You walk the house that you have always walked through
Today it is hollow, the warmth is not there
You cannot hear him whistling to himself
You cannot hear her singing or humming
It is pure emptiness
Where the living room was, where you used to sit
by the fire and the guitar
Where ghosts stories became real
being told by shadows and laughs
Entering the room you notice it
The light beaming and dancing
creating vortexes and shapes
Colors interchanging with one another
like a lovers song speaking to you
You notice the surface of the mural
The house might stand empty
yet you can see the memories wrapped up
The rainbows beam against the wall
as the sun hits it right there
Once again you are filled with warmth
the memories splash like the beams on the wall
Each memory is like another color adding dimension
the house might be empty but the memories still.
About the Creator
Ada Zuba
Hi everyone! here to write and when I’m not writing, I’m either looking for Wi-Fi or avoiding real-world responsibilities. Follow along for a mix of sarcasm, random observations, and whatever nonsense comes to mind. "We're all mad here"
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