The trees took this house and the rain washed away all the memories it held the floorboards laid out like cracked open ribs where a heart had once dwelled and it barely looks familiar anymore and neither do I, I don't recognize my reflection ever since you died so here I am after so many years the trees took this house and the roots had held it down the floor was covered in maple leaves and countless washed away memories his ashes were soaked into the ground I tried to scream but there was no sound Thomas can you still hear me I feel that I've lost my way this house is no longer ours my brothers ghost is hiding in my old room as if it were a safe place to hide but instead has become his tomb my brothers still in my head and he still haunts me every night I live with only one regret never having the chance to say goodbye Thomas our family isn't mad that you took your own life we only wish that there was a way to go back when you were still alive just keep watching over us and always keep us in mind I'll be with you again someday and it'll be just like old times