Home is so sad. It stays as it was left
Shaped to the comfort of the last to go
As if to win them back. Instead, bereft
Of anyone to please, it withers so,
Having no heart to put aside the theft
And turn again to what it started as,
A joyous shot at how things ought to be
Long fallen wide. You can see how it was:
Look at the pictures and the cutlery.
The music piano stool. That vase.