The Empty House

after many years my old house still stands away from town unkept tall weeds and vines woven into the wood that long lost its paint this empty house greets me dark musty rooms missing window panes the wind howls a silent melody floors creek entering my room the wallpaper dull with hints of crayon the sounds of anger dreams worries children laughing weeping the smell of Turkey Christmas warm smiles this empty house knows all opening my closet, I find an old wooden toy covered in dust its a spinning top missing the string a marble sits on the shelf simple things that brought real joy its getting darker, putting back carefully what I've found friendly shadows follow as I leave closing the door is my last goodbye not looking back I slowly walk away