A Change

A raven hit the windowpane
As the wind blew o'er the lake.
This house will n'er be the same
Now that you've gone away.

We slept all through the hurricane,
The water crept up where we lay.
As I held you, you laid the blame
On a ceiling water stain.

Dreams like this come to call again -
My life is going through a change;
The things I love are being framed,
Archived and laid quietly away.

Where do you go when everywhere you are and have been is exactly where you don't want to be?

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