where: wood-carved shelves arch over the kitchen window and marbled countertop sops up daylight,
half a sofa sleeps across mementos hung solemnly on a wall
where: rain descends on the balcony, drumming angrily on the spanish tiled floor while a radio plays pop!
where: water stains are scenery and the bed, a witness -
where: the smell of pancakes and the sound of mom and dad waking you up in the morning, the blankets are soft and your skin is talcum,
where: the clouds
are still
your friends -

now the clock tells time and you ask where they go

when all the furniture is gone a house will still feel full
because everyone leaves
something
of them
behind

and you are always so
full
of everyone

where: the dust settle and ghost occupy the attic
and every nook

they always forget
where you remember