The windows whispered
They told me about you
They looked quite dusty
And quite unhinged too

The bed invited me
To rest my tiredness away
Warm blankets, soft pillows
I think I must stay

Picture frames smiled
The closet waved
Did you keep memories
Inside of your sad safe?

A look in the mirror
Made the mirror cry
It’s been too long
Since they’ve seen my eyes

The vases were empty
The flowers are dead
How long has it been
When I visited the shed?

I walked to the shed
With dismay in my arms
I know I sound crazy
But I suddenly feel warm

Paintings of myself
Hung on the walls
They looked at me
Were they made last fall?

I walked towards the garden
Where the people are standing
I stood right beside you,
But you’re inside a glass coffin.