The House I Loved Is Crumbling”

The house that once breathed with laughter and light is falling into silence. Dust gathers where sunlight used to dance; walls that once echoed with warmth now whisper only memories. Each crack in the plaster feels like a wound in time, each creak of the floorboards a fading heartbeat. The garden has grown wild, reclaiming what was once carefully tended, as if nature itself mourns in quiet reverence. The scent of old wood and forgotten days lingers in the air—a tender reminder that love, no matter how strong, cannot hold back the slow collapse of what was once home.Watching it fade feels like losing a piece of myself.