The storm that came into her house
Left her cold and shivering.
She lives in a house of cards
That the wind blew down;
A crumbled building
Never given a second chance.
But she found a way to survive.
She slowly began to rebuild,
Pushing away the memories of you,
The one who helped her build this home
But then turned around,
Blowing in as a storm
And left her soaking.
But soon she won’t remember you.
You’ll be a postcard,
Crumbled and faded,
Buried in a trunk taking shelter
Among the other forgotten clutter
That once built up this home,
Now replaced with a brick,
Building her house stronger.