Thursday, March 29, 2012

Where Once Laughter Roared.



The little house of your heart
Is shade-drawn and shuttered
The doors are dead bolted
The damper closed 
The chimney cold
Where once laughter roared
Flashed out
Floated up
There is only a great gray silence
That settles like a sickly fog
Pallid and lonely across the lawn
And even the garden gate 
Latched and locked
Says you are not welcome
To a lonesome traveler
Who used to be
Someone you wanted
Someone you longed for
To stop by unannounced
Someone who now 
Needn’t ever even knock


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