A house I once lived in

 In the end, strangely, 

doesn't it always feel like, 

a house you once lived in? 

Love, 

Friendship, 

Struggle, 

Reading a novel, 

Watching a movie, 

Theatre, Opera, 

listening to Music, 

even contemplation,

all, everything, 

like a space you are transported to, 

an empty space defined by walls,

and a floor,

and a roof, 

a space that starts filling up,

with curtains and carpets,

and throws and drapes, 

and glass and wood and cane, 

and plastic and steel and stone!

Gentle notes;

light coloured, 

soft, fuzzy.

Loud noise, 

sharp edges, 

pointed corners.

Pauses, 

empty baskets hanging from the railing!

Laughter, joy, camaraderie, 

lights livening up the walls, 

Pain, hurt, anguish, 

shadows falling on empty walls! 

Violence, absence, waiting 

and that cold witholding of affection, 

- a house, its doors shut tight! 

Lonliness, 

an empty house on a forgotten island! 

Amusing how I have always

thought of living and loving

as a house I once lived in! 

Memories long past, 

a long street leading to a distant shore.

Peaceful White houses, 

Warm and cosy blue houses, 

An abandoned house with a blue door,

A long abandoned, haunted house, 

walls, a bright yellow once, 

now a faded mudish brown! 

A brick house still hurting red, 

a house with broken windows, 

it rusted hinges still awaiting return.