eireann

These floorboards creak with an echo that reminds me of the voices that used to occupy this place
glazed windows and a small but crumpled soul are the last traces
vestiges of your voice
the bareness of this empty apartment I once atributed to minimalistic tendencies but instead now I call it the emptiness
of the soul that lays abandoned in the closet.
one word will echo
three pieces of furniture will haunt me with memories I have long forgotten in search of healing
I am sorry
so sorry
that I have failed...
failed to keep a promise I was so desperately seeking to keep.
I am sorry that I have fallen and wished for your arms.
and as I creep through snow and broken glass in this cold
I will see fallen rotting leaves and remember
the autumn we once laughed in.