Silent homes bare the most secrets
Sealed in the cracks
Stained on the floors
Marked walls give the room character
Evidence of a life well-lived
But with these thoughts,
I wander through the hallways
Down the stairs
Into the living room
Dining room
Kitchen
And back again
Repeating my steps
Trying to remember
When was the last time
These walls heard laughter
Heard my singing
Felt my dancing
These walls are a bore now
No life with its muted shadows
Maybe if I close my eyes
I can see it again
NO that doesn’t help
All I see is darkness
Maybe if a touch this wall
I could feel your embrace
NO that doesn’t help
All I feel is stiffness
Why can’t I go back
I want to so badly
Nurse: “Mrs. Gable it’s time for you to go back to your room, so you won’t hurt yourself again.
Let me help you back to your room. I told you if there’s anything you need I will get it for you.
You received a call while you were off wandering. Your son Daniel will be visiting tomorrow.
Aren’t you excited?”
My husband’s name was Daniel
I hope he looks as handsome
As he