Kisses, wind, leaves,
Pieces of ordinary
Caught, hanging at odd angles
On abandoned, broken- neglect
A naked dry cold earth shivers in this empty night
It seems as though even the darkness has decided to warm itself elsewhere
Through cracked windows, torn dangling blinds
Life peeks in briefly, trying to catch a glimpse of what was once there
Who lived inside these walls?
Yellowed, covered with dust now
Who climbed these stairs now quiet, daily?
Arms loaded with the stuff ordinary creates
Where did they go?
Life demands, I want to answer
To shout back about its roar
Yet my voice becomes swallowed by this night in November.