TheBandGirl

The home that two boys shared, empty. The kitchen table and chairs still there, collecting dust. Old lamps and sofas are covered in canvas. Broken and aged picture frames lie on the floor, photos still in them. The boys on vacation, on tour with their three friends, even one with their parents. They left this place a while ago. Not by choice. They said they would live there forever; and they did. Until the end. One last photo sat proper on the side table next to the front door, the last thing that was touched in the home. Two older men, each with their arms around each other shoulders, with their friends, family and kids; smiling like there