Night

Silence settles on the house like a fog. The halls do not sleep, but rather sit watching the darkness as a child watches a funeral they do not understand. These halls which held the laughter, and fights, and late night conversation of a growing family, now only holds its breath. begging the question, what now? The rooms are not bare, but decorated with the remains of lives left behind, forgotten trinkets from a time now past. A baseball glove now too small for the hand it once protected. The toy horse that inspired the love of things alive in a little girl, now well on her way to becoming a doctor. Who lives in the shells our memories once wore? Emptiness does not announce itself, but settles like a fog in the night, with only the sound of the rain to keep its company until it is chased from the place by the next to pass over the threshold. But it does not always go. You can feel it watching from the open door of a long abandoned room, or around the corner of the hall it has lived in so long. Yearning for company. Waiting for you.