I touch this sky walls
one last time
It holds memories
and yearnings,
of half-lived lives.
Who will walk these corridors when I am gone?
They tell me I shall
away to my husband's home
i, a stranger in a strange land,
leaving my walls and memories
for an alien wall,
To paint fresh memories
to cover your footprints,
that once filled the corridors
of this house, no longer yours.
May 10, 2015
May 10, 2015 at 12:42 AM UTC
I touch this sky walls
one last time
It holds memories
and yearnings,
of half-lived lives.
Who will walk these corridors when I am gone?
They tell me I shall
away to my husband's home
i, a stranger in a strange land,
leaving my walls and memories
for an alien wall,
To paint fresh memories
to cover your footprints,
that once filled the corridors
of this house, no longer yours.
