I wander

vacant halls

where life and laughter lived;

 

Hopes and Dreams

packed their bags.

I slept on;

 

I thought I heard

the hinge turn,

light steps

in the dappled dawn.

 

Wordlessly,

they latched,

and locked,

 

and left

 

through garden,

to curb,

to catch the yellow-sorrow cab.

 

Kick memories,

rattling,

down tiled halls;

 

Mark

the echo,

empty, cold;

 

No embers to be stirred.