This place of mine has never been so cold,

the room I shared my first sleep,

where I lay my soul to rest each night,

has never been so empty.

This place of mine has never been so lonely,

the bed I used to cuddle for hours,

where I dreamt all my desires,

has never been so bare.

This place of mine has never been so dark,

the floor I walked on,

where I would stand for hours,

staring at my own reflection.

This body of mine has never been so torn,

the heart that used to beat to its own rhythm,

where I chose to love unconditionally,

has never been so alone.