somewhere there is a story

all of a sudden i'm home again.
only it's not home anymore.

just a house.
just a bed.
just a prison.
and the warden.

a man short in stature.
a man who wasn't here before.
this man who thinks he runs the place.
does he not know?
he isn't welcome here.
only by the old school marm.
not by those imprisoned in these ancient walls.
if these walls could talk.
they'd tell him to leave.

all of a sudden i'm home again.
only it's not home anymore.
just a house.
just a bed.

and the memories
they fade.
if these walls could talk
maybe
just maybe
they'd tell me the story
of when this house was a home.

but the memories
they fade.

just a house.
just a bed.
just a faded memory
to which i lay no claim.