Three long nights ago
I came to an empty house
Embers blazing in the hearth
Unable to defeat my shivering spine
Trailing a hand along the wall
I made my way to our room
With nothing more then chill sorrow
To welcome me back from my own abyss
Whispers of dust spoke of the past
The lover you'd acquired while I was away
Silently I sank before the window
Memories of our child being nurtured in that seat
"Why?" the only sound in the place
Hanging my head tears running down my face
Author notes
Inspired by the picture and Beethoven's Moonlight Sonata (Playing in the background as I wrote this)
A contest entry
- Where is Your Home? by Cinnarry.
1750 points, ended October 24, 2007, 13 entries
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I smiled when you mentioned Beethoven's Moonlight Sonata playing in the background, this information made your words very alive and meaningful.
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