Goodbye

The echoe of tears, laughter and raised voices fill every room.  The living room, inscribed with her Dad’s botched DIY, her bedroom floor from which Peter’s blood cries out where he fell as a child, even the bathroom, where a pink line sealed her fate.

The stairs moan their last, beneath her.  Her eyes read between the smiles in the family portrait.  The smell of her Mum’s burnt dinners cause blurry vision.

The doormat has never failed in its mission to make her stumble and causes a smile, invaded by bitter tears. Her silent goodbye reverberates off the walls.