I stopped by the old house
To pick up
A few last things.
When I was done, the car loaded,
I went through the rooms,
One after another.
Empty rooms that once
Were filled with promise and life
But now held only
The golden light of memory
It broke my heart to think that we
Would no longer live in those light filled rooms,
But would go our separate ways
To live in smaller darker rooms.
Our life together
Begun in such brilliance
Had dimmed and dimmed
The light fading, fading into night.
I left that house of light
It was four AM in my soul.
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