By Infamous TK
Date: 12 July 1998

Comatose Home

The drive home gets longer with each day passing.
Winding through the suburban back roads,
my only company are the songs from the stereo.
Alone, I apathetically drive to a quiet destination,
that now serves only as a place to sleep.

That lonely structure draws near.
My heart continues to sink and sadden
as I turn the corner and approach the house.
It looms on top of it's hill.  Empty.  Lifeless.
Waiting to take me into it's melancholy embrace.

I sat there in the driveway, looking up at my house.
I turned the car off, but let the music continue on.
A sweet, sad song catered to my emotions
as I sat motionless, void of any desire to go inside.
And there I reposed for awhile, curled up in memories.

I remember when I used to love coming home.
When there were adoring cats waiting at the door,
intent on sharing some affection.
When there was a lover and best friend here
to amorously while away the hours with.

With her, the warmth of home has long since left.
Now it's just me here, wondering if and when
this comatose house will feel like home again.