White Washed Walls
White Washed Walls
Why, oh white washed walls, would you remind me?
my pain so naked, my loss so sure
white washed walls, why do you look at me that way?
White washed walls so empty, noone looking back.
Pictures and frames tucked safely away,
only makes me miss them more each day.
Punch a hole, make a mark, its not my home!
i just cannot!
The hole that is growing in my heart steadily day by day,
I miss you home, so far away.
Who would have known the ache,
lying softly at the bottom of my heart.
the dim feeling of loneliness in a room crowded with others,
not your own.
I run my fingers over white washed walls,
thinking back on celebrations once happily enjoyed,
a smile shared, laughter heard, a plate for so many.
Now smiles shared through stained tears,
laughter at the prospect of something new,
a plate shared but not with you, will this day ever end,
will it be anything but blue?
Its the sadness felt by any traveller, looking for a better home,
what they dont say is how much you will feel alone.
Will I ever feel the rush of punching a hole,
placing the picture and calling these
white washed walls, home.
Chantelle Smith
17/02/2022
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