In The House Where Love Died

Written by: anne p. murray

                                                                                                                          

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          In the house where love had died
               Shadows echo off walls 
          As silent voices mysteriously cry their unwept tears
                        Vows broken
                        Promises stolen
          And the soft whisperings of life are gone 
               In the quiet, unfriendly corners of the rooms

          Dead soft, fingers of light- 
               Peek shyly through cold, shuttered windows
          As the drip, drip, drip of rusty, unused faucets cry their tears
               Begging for wet rivers of love…
          That once ran through their flowing spigots…
               Now sitting unused in their empty rooms

           No more children’s voices ringing joyfully through the halls
               Little finger prints that no longer trace the walls
                         Silent
                         Empty
           No one lives here anymore


          Never- could one love too much
                But…
          They could have loved in a false way, 
               Where everything beloved was naught
          Never loved as it ought to be

               The halls - in lonely grief they sigh
          For those once loved no longer reply
               The silence of love…
          Voices that cannot sing again
                Silent hearts which once sang their songs…
           Quieted now…
                Where love has gone

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