you sold your soul
first chance you got
never believed in it anyhow
so what was the harm
like selling garbage real estate
you unherited from a long lost uncle
take your pennies and run
who knew the echoes
of voices long past
would keep you awake at night
as they rattled about
in your empty tin can self
bouncing off the walls
like the cries of a person
standing in the middle
of their childhood home
barren of carpet, chair, couch
barren of everything that held you
and kept you warm
on the coldest evenings
you didn’t know the pictures on the walls
hid the holes and scars and cracks
that were always there
and now it’s all that’s left
stand in the middle of it
imagine an embrace
that was never really in this place
it just makes you numb
so you remain unmoving forever
because you forgot how to walk
because you forgot
you could simply leave
out the front door
and never look back