Hallowed halls echo in the mind, bringing back our memories that are kind.
Childhood and older memories once here are no more.
Laughter, playing in the rooms, growing up I look at the floor.
Items, furniture gone an empty house remains.
Our footsteps echol as we walks these halls never to set foot in them again
A door closes a new chapter…
Things changed but not forgotten.
These hollowed halls have their stories to tell.