The empty house
Someone had been there a while before
From the washcloths draped over the sink
From the glass of milk
Halfway done

I imagined a young boy
Drinking a cup of milk in the morning
While having a buttered bread
I imagined he whined for orange juice

The tablecloth was still on the table
A ***, two plates and 4 cups in the sink
And the detergent open

I imagined Mother finishing up the dishes
Doing what a normal wife would do
But out of the sudden they left
Leaving the world to wonder what happened
Leaving the world to ponder

What the fate of this family
What is good or bad
Urgent or casual
What caused the abcense
The vanish
What caused this empty house
Transparent without it's people