Remember? Remember we were walking the path towards the house? Sunshine chose to be our friend that day.
I remember you guided me to the entrance, as we explored each and every room.
I remember this house became a palace, all wounds healed, because you were there.
I remember, each photograph I took of you, standing in the doorway, a thousand images reached my soul, tasting the sweetness of your each and every move.
Now you're gone. All chambers of this eden have blackened again. Cold stone floors return. All that's left is my scarred house of decay.