I touch this sky walls
one last time
It holds memories
and yearnings,
of half-lived lives.

Who will walk these corridors when I am gone?

They tell me I shall
away to my husband's home
i, a stranger in a strange land,
leaving my walls and memories
for an alien wall,
To paint fresh memories
to cover your footprints,
that once filled the corridors
of this house, no longer yours.