Empty

A table, chair, and empty wall surround me where I sit, my thoughts hark back to days gone by and the way it used to be. Everything was touched with love; its warmth enveloped me here. Every room was filled with wonderful things dotted here and there. The walls were never empty, pictures and photographs looked down at me, as I would sit here. Someone had forgotten bills that had to be paid. Then came the bailiffs. I look around and everything is gone. My life is left in misery. Oh, what happened? What went so dearly wrong? Our loving home is now empty, even of you. 27 June 2007