his heart heavy
with memories of laughter
sobbed softly inside his ribs
skeletons of weeds
marched through the yard
dead wildflowers the color of ghosts
swayed over the soil
it was just a house now
nothing but creaking wood
empty haunted halls
pots and pans sat quietly
inside the cold cupboards
there was nothing to feed
other than his sorrows
he couldn't imagine
any tomorrows
that would hold up
to all the yesterday's
that had past here
in a world where nothing changes
for him nothing was the same
and in that
everything was new