No Room For Me

There's no room for me
here,
in the house
that we built

On the day we moved in
it was spacious and lofty
We would lose each other in the rooms
Calling out on the echoes of the walls

But Time has infiltrated our house
and with a nudge here
and there
It is quite clear there is

No room
for me
in this house
that we
built.

No where for me to grow
no where for me to breathe
no where for me to dream
no where for me to laugh

No room for me
anymore
in this house
that we
built.