Take a look at this poem by Henry Normal, I loved it so much...
The house is not the same since you left
The oven is angry - It blames me
The TV tries desperately to stay busy but occasionally I catch it staring out of the window
The dirty dishes are felling sorry for thenselves again they just sit there saying
"What's the point, what's the point?"
The curtains count the days
Nothing in the house will talk to me
I think your armchair's dead
The coffeemaker tried to comfort me at first but you know what its attencion span is like
I haven't told the plants yet they think you're still on vacation
The bathroom misses you
I hardly see it these days
It still can't believe you didn't take with you
The badroom won't even look at me
Since you left it keeps its eyes closed
All it wants to do is sleep, remembering better times trying to lose itself in dreams
It seems like it's taken the easy way out but at night I hear the pillows
Weeping into the sheets.