Real Estate

#125: His Real State

On his walls hang photos of his love. Loves. Loved.
I wonder if the empty house rings with laughter. But whose?
His mansion must echo with the silence of a life filled with everything yet nothing.
The glittering floors yearn for absent footsteps of warm feet.
The trophy he has won is cold.
And yet he continues to run.
Because when rooms abound and yet no space remains,
He knows he cannot stop to live.