The Orange Brick House in Westridge Farms

I was worried they’d paint the house brown Or red or green or blue. I couldn’t even imagine They’d turn it into something new Now they’re ripping up the floorboards Like your absence tore my heart. It’s as though every nail they place Tears us further apart. 300 miles plus an extra six feet, 3.5 hours turned into four. But we never make the drive Because there’s no home for us anymore. The earth didn’t stop spinning When your heart ceased to beat But for me, my world was shattered So I’ll never drive down that street. I don’t want to see what’s changed, Or the house that’s been reformed. All i want is to go back To the way it was before.