The Empty Room

One may think the walls must be tired of staring at one another in that empty room. its total emptiness has a void unique, like silent remains of a memory lost, a love that once was but now gone, voice of a child that called to mother, that relationship now is photo in an album. bright light fills it from glass vents all around, bouncing from wall to wall on to the floor, like it is searching the occupants of past. That room reminds me of my own heart, that still glows with love, beats of a fervour of a distant vision, a smile, a gesture and a laugh receding into timeless vastness! Please, leave this room empty. Its own memories are its charms! hang no pictures, or scribble a thought on the walls. The faded paints are imprints of hearts that once touched them, that smudge is a kiss that she once left on my lips. Still so fresh!