MY LAST N-A

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..."