The old brown couch

Alone forgotten ripped and tattered

In that basement where no one dares to tread

i once held a family nestled in my soft and gentle embrace

Laughing, crying, sickly and tired

A first for many things

A new place, a new love, a new start

all etched into my face

Battle tested and worn each with a story to tell

Alas

Tis no one to hear

As I sit

Alone

In this quiet, dark place

Forgotten, discarded, and mocked

I am

after all

Just the old brown couch