This piece was inspired by something I wrote as a freshamn in highschool for a writing seminar. Lost over the years many of the words remained with me. Definitely not identical, my original concept still remains. I hope you enjoy.




an empty room, bare of furnishings
one hundred years of memories linger
ghosts in the corners, spirits in the shadows
flickering in and out of a single bare window

close my eyes, trail my fingers across the wainscotting
images brush up against my consciousness
dreams that have already been and never were
so much a part of myself

glittering in a beam of moonlight
lovers intertwined in passionate embrace
a childs blocks abandoned covered in dust
a crib dressed in silky cobwebs

staring out that austere pane
tears roll down my cheeks
impaled by the truest loves
lost and found over and over again

sit in a rocking chair in the corner
a figment of my imagination
a child whimpers in the dark
gather her in my arms, croon soft words in her ear

glancing down I'm before the window again
child and chair vanished and barely a memory
a cat weaves between my legs
reach to stroke it's back and feel nothing but air

looking out the window once more
the cat pawing to get in
slowly I turn back to this room
my childhood flashing behind my eyes

my tears turning to giant wracking sobs
grief for all I have gained
as I feel your loss
fall to my knees

hands clasped to my chest
the lords prayer whispering from my lips
never will I enter this room again
at peace with my ghosts and spirits


I close the door

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