Door opened, I step in...almost warily.
The stagnant smell of loneliness, bathes my senses
and washes over my skin, like a chill breeze.
Rooms, full of emptiness.
Fireplace cold, stark; lifeless!
Silent memories, echo off the walls,
floors and ceilings of my mind.
Ghostly images, flitting through doors
that I thought closed; bolted; safe!
Emotions sweeping, rising to swirl, as dust
caught in a rogue ray, leaking through
carelessly drawn curtains.
A sigh of relief, escapes, as I find that
I can still recall your face.
Comments
insertponceyfre... | April 21, 2010 - 18:28
Hi chris, there is something about empty houses, isn't there? I enjoyed this, although it's very sad. xx
threeleafshamrock | April 21, 2010 - 19:15
Thanks Insert, yea, it still feels weird. It's like a body without a soul; takes some getting used too. Glad you liked ;) XXX
MistakenMagic | April 21, 2010 - 22:42
This is beautiful Chris. I love the structure - the short two/one line stanzas really work. I hope you and your family are managing to find piece, and again, I'm so glad you feel able to write about Kathleen - and I think she is too ;)
Magic xxx
Silver Spun Sand | April 22, 2010 - 09:35
Ditto what has already been said, Chris. This really is beautiful but so, so poignant. Hang on in there.
Tina xxx
shoe | April 22, 2010 - 11:35
To me the last line says it all, people live on in our hearts, you put it into words so eloquently.xxx