The Cabin

by graypoet


Smoke lifting gently from the chimney
Curtains visible through the windows
Dusted, arranged and silently waiting
Memories abound, yet no one shows.

The bed that was shared by two lovers
Learning of each other so intimately
Over the years they grew even closer
With only one left, his closed eyes see.

Though children and their children go
They don’t see the loss in the same way
Enjoying the beauty that is all around
Little notice what he can no longer say.

Still young enough for more memories
He has little desire a new path to strike
Hints are given, love can still be found
Yet little motivation to start a new hike.


2 Comments to “The Cabin”

  1. Very beautiful piece.

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