The house was simple...and small,
yet, sturdy were its base and walls,
it became the family's safest place...
its protective walls, were hushed
witnesses to the family's moments,
invisibly etched on their cold surfaces,
their silence was most comforting.
and then, came the waters...
the heart broke, wet with crystal tears,
people came....and people went
monsoon floods inundated the house,
a kind of centrifugal force drove peace
and happy winds astray...far, far away,
precious souvenirs became trash...
rain or shine made no difference,
nights became longer...i realized some
truths that played on and on in my mind:
"there's a time to be born, and a time to die,
a time to linger.....and a time to move on.
suddenly...changes happened...
after family, pets and all stuff were moved,
the old house seemed a wide gawking space...
on its glum doorway, echoed, a sad refrain:
..."Sally doesn't live here anyyyy...more."...
i turned the lights off, closed the windows
and locked the doors.....outside the gate,
a thought clawed on my chest:
it felt, i had caged inside
shadows...of a past life...
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sally b
© Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
March 25, 2019
(twenty-two years ago)