Thicker Than Water

I pushed at the open door, no sound just darkness inside. Dust filtered my nostrils, a mustiness of lost years inhabited my senses. A loose floorboard creaked in the stairwell, the aroma of her Chanel provoked memories of my living hell. A tear of self-pity congealed in the dirt at my feet.I switched on the light, "Hello son I knew you'd be back;He's gone..." NOTE this is a repost of my original prose, to illustrate there is only two real differences between prose and poetry.Visual presentation and the fact that poetry is written to read aloud.