Missing my friends

The key turns and the lock hangs open
As if the door broke into a smile
I push it open and whiff of new paint
Greets me in the cold, dry night.
I step into the house,
It is empty.

I lay my bags in my room,
The darkness is a heavy blanket
I kick free by flicking a switch
But the light is no different
A fog of nothingness
It is empty.

I sit back and open my heart
Memories spill out that make me smile
A drop of tear, deflected from its path
By the corner of my smiling mouth
Memories are mere fragrance in my heart,
It is empty.

I close my eyes to lose myself
Memories are all I have, the days
Are gone. A streak of tear is all
That stays, the smile is gone.
Because I will sleep to wake into a day
That is empty.