Furniture fills the house
carpet paves the floor
lamps flood the rooms with light.
So many things
and the house is yet
empty.
Material things
are simply the silent mediums
of a world of memories.
How many stories
inspired laughter?
How many gathering
filled vacant evenings?
Once vibrant mirth,
sent from this house
by unforgiving silence.
In times yet to pass
this will be forgotten
by the names and faces
of the future.
This will be unknown.
Unremembered memories
aborted before possible
conception in the heart
an unlived past
unwittingly haunting
shadows of the future.
Courses change
and with them
change the
venues of potential.
Raindrops of the past
soon evaporate into
rainbows of the future
with one less color
to brighten the sky.
(c)Allyson Jacobs
published in Skipping Stones 2004
Mindworm Press, Chesapeake, VA
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