The Home Has Left

The couch is moved,

Leaving behind the imprints

Of its feet,

Flagging the reign of

Battles for the remote

Declaring the queen to behold

Endless arguments henceforth.

The mattresses are separated

From their longtime partners

An alliance made to be broken someday

The couple was too diverse anyway

One so soft to be packed along

The other hard enough to leave behind

The soft one is always picked first.

The tables and the chairs

With questionable strength

And squeaky bases,

Are sitting in some corner

Waiting to be sought by the steel

And bid an old friend goodbye

While the almirah is already

Loaded in the truck, 

A goodbye so old

That it's almost forgotten

The final call that kids

Make to the room,

The walls return it back, cause

The voices ain't a nice gift to be kept

The final word is silence

Leaving behind the house

Today, the home has left