Quiet.
My house is quiet.
It rang with laughter
not so long ago
Love thrummed in every corner
echoing my heart
The sound of happy humming
ghosted in the corners floated gently
vibrations like dust motes in sunlight
Now it is quiet.
The tears too are quiet - silent
and all my own, unshared
After all,
how many times can you talk about what hurts
before noone cares
but you?
They just roll their eyes and think,
"Haven't you healed by now?"
Better silent runnels
marking damage over time
Hide me, please, little house.
I have nowhere else to go.
1 comment:
at least, the avatar changes...
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