#0045

There it stands.
The house where once I lived.
It's empty now.
The guests we had over!
The laughter that was shared!
Yet, listen-

All is still.

I walk through-
Bare feet on the warm wood.
I glide along
Hearing the echoes that
Tell stories of distant days
Where we were happy.

Here- in this kitchen.
We sat, we ate,
We mused over our days,
We dreamed,
We sang and danced,
We pushed open the doors
To let the world in.
The world dragged you out
Leaving me here.

Exhausted by memories
I fall to my knees and return.
The bed where once we slept
Is the place I choose to drown
Buried in my sleep
Where dreams cannot conjure this house-
My prison.
Visions of what was; locking me in.
I never check on the green grass.
I stare at the ceiling instead.