When You Come Home
When you come home you’ll see the damage is still here
The knee-deep puddles of tears have seeped through the walls, stained the floors, and ruined all your shoes
You will hear the echoes of all the screams
Isn’t the bathroom great for acoustics?
You see, the echoes can get loud sometimes
And the water a bit too high
That’s why we leave the lights on at night
And we lock our doors air tight
We lock them so tight that not even the smallest of whimpers could get through
Because on the other side they are watching you
They are watching your breath, your steps, even the way you move
They are waiting on you
Every day she hates going outside just a bit more
So she resides and hides inside
When you come home you will understand memories don’t just disappear
Kind of like the shadows on the walls
They watch you like ghosts on Halloween night in a graveyard
They follow you like a dog tryna catch a bone
Like a mom tryna catch a break
So when you come home you need to listen
Because I am tired of doing dirty dishes
I am tired of trying to scrub the words that got stuck in my mind
On my heart
And in my soul
When you come home open the doors slowly, because I cannot promise you that these tear floods will not knock you down
