If ever you resided within a chamber of my heart,
Know that it still wears your decorations of affection.
The crafts we built of time,
The wrinkles in the draperies,
The tearstains in the carpet,
That used to bring us comfort.
I may have changed the locks.
Shuttered it to yesterday.
But late at night,
When all is dark,
When silence falls upon my spirit,
My inner child,
A forgotten hope,
A life we birthed and buried....
Cracks the door,
From time to time,
And sparks a whispered vigil,
So light can touch the splinters
In the plaster of my soul.
A faded house of love...
A place we once called home
Jul 27, 2018
Jul 27, 2018 at 1:58 PM UTC
If ever you resided within a chamber of my heart,
Know that it still wears your decorations of affection.
The crafts we built of time,
The wrinkles in the draperies,
The tearstains in the carpet,
That used to bring us comfort.
I may have changed the locks.
Shuttered it to yesterday.
But late at night,
When all is dark,
When silence falls upon my spirit,
My inner child,
A forgotten hope,
A life we birthed and buried....
Cracks the door,
From time to time,
And sparks a whispered vigil,
So light can touch the splinters
In the plaster of my soul.
A faded house of love...
A place we once called home
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