Neuronchaser. Never Moved In

We framed the walls in late September
Coffee cups on dusty beams
You sketched a nursery by the window
Said, “One day, we’ll fill this dream”

This is the house we never finished
Nails in the floor, plans in a drawer
Half of a roof, half of a kitchen
Half of a future you walked out the door
I still drive by and I still see us in it
The house we never finished

Blue tape “Someday” on the staircase
Your handwriting, crooked, brave
We picked a color for the bedroom
Then boxed our brushes, boxed our faith

This is the house we never finished
Nails in the floor, plans in a drawer
Half of a roof, half of a kitchen
Half of a future you walked out the door
I still drive by and I still see us in it
The house we never finished

Maybe some stranger will hang their coats
Where our coats almost hung
Laugh in the space
Where our silence bit our tongues
I hope they don’t ask
Why the walls feel thin
Why it echoes like someone
Never moved in...

This is the house we never finished
Nails in the floor, plans in a drawer
Half of a roof... half of a kitchen...
Half of a future you walked out the door
I still drive by, can’t quite admit it
I’m still living in
The house we never finished...