Don'T Cry Old Room Don'T Cry!

The room is ashamed of its nakedness stripped down to nothing but these four walls. It tries to cover its emptiness with a few scattered memories. Its emptiness (disturbed by our looking) almost cries. It is a room no longer (merely a container) that struggles to remember a time told in humans. It listens to our footsteps leaving footprints in the time turned to dust blowing bubbles as we walk from room to room bubbles blossoming through the tiny hoop & where they alight Time flowers again & it is possible To hear the distant laughter of those distant years. The rooms dressed again in voices & humans that make it come alive. Outside Time waits like an immense wrecker’s ball (prepared for now to turn a blind eye) for the humans to complete their sentimental journey knowing that in the next half- -hour: It will be as if none of this ... exists. The humans lulled by the train asleep as it speeds through Time & Distance waking through it in dreams ...dreams.