Opening the doors again

The pub reopened for business.
The heavy wooden doors, swung back, and revealing the stench of chlorine and bleach and paint.
The splendid bar groaning with its new pumps, it's glistening bottles and it's umpteen polished glasses.
The carpet still thick and gaudy.
The tables and chairs still waiting.
The sport blaring and the music in the background.
The sound of dull chattering and gossiping.

The pub is back.
But it's missing it's character, and it's missing it's charm.
It's like walking into an ex's house without the ex.

So many memories, so many happy times, so many sad times.
It's like walking into an ex's house without the ex...