My Own Agony

We built a house,
Or so it seemed,
Our wholesome place,
To harbor dreams,

Up went the walls,
As sturdy as they were,
Not a single window,
Just an opening for air,

You followed my words,
Right down to the last,
Once the house is built,
You run away and fast,

Fleeing away that night,
Clothes in bags packed,
No possessions left in sight,
Thanks to a verbal attack,

Your far away and gone,
Yet your memory remains,
Kept safe within my heart,
The key kept in mind.