The light is gone from your windows.
It’s clear that no one’s home.
Once bright and vibrantly full of life,
now a dark, exoskeleton-like stare.
I felt it. The vacancy
left a void inside my heart.
Now the house haunts me
as I wait, in vain,
watching for your return.
© 2013 DarEll S. Hoskisson (dsh)
Alzheimers runs in my family; this is so poignant that I just couldn’t click like. But I love the poem.
It is poignant in so many ways.
I feel some of this when I study family history and visit their past in our present. I hear them and see them in my imagination rather than memory. Watch and wonder and feel.