Home is so sad. It stays as it was left,
Shaped to the comfort of the last to go
As if to win them back. Instead, bereft
Of anyone to please, it withers so,
Having no heart to put aside the theft
And turn again to what it started as,
A joyous shot at how things ought to be,
Long fallen wide. You can see how it was:
Look at the pictures and the cutlery.
The  enjambed  stanzas create a smooth transition between the sad present and the ‘joyous past’.  The idea of ‘turning again’ suggests a never-ending circular process, an ongoing comparison between past and present that may persist in the mind of the speaker.
Home is so Sad