Winter breaks slowly through
while th colours of the paintings change.

Some birds sing their last tune of the day
as I take another sip of lukwarm coffee.

Dust flies around and sun rays cross the hall
when I hear your voice die on the other end of the phone.

The wooden floor under my feet is slightly bent
due to the shuffle of people over the years.

Yet it was the sullen silence that made me realize that
even the memories are fading away.