The house is empty now, and so am I.
The silence is all around me
and penetrates my every step.
If I listen to music, it pierces my soul
and brings up tears on its way out.
I see her picture on several walls,
giving a momentary glow
to days gone by, filling those rooms
with love’s reflections, as I pass through.
I go out and return, but the routine and the voices
beyond this place cannot come back with me.
I am stripped and searched at the door,
humbled as I lean upon the entrance way.
I may only take the emptiness in.
That doesn’t seem necessary,
since it abides here anyway.
The house is empty now,
and so am I.
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