The house sits alone
Waiting for someone
Who will not come;
A sealed box.
Open it tenderly.
Step quietly
Inside this
Glimpse of
Someone's life:
Clothing missing touches,
Photographs with muted voices,
Chairs dusty and cold,
Books closed and stiff,
Walls with faded, flowered curls.
Each room holding memories
Of someone.
The house sits alone
Waiting for someone
To come
To warm its core
To rekindle life
And love.
We will be
That someone now.
