"A Year in View" by Annika Lawson
Something in the awkward pauses, blank stares
Empty banter and closed doors,
Uninterested hellos and how are yous
Leaving the dishes to rot in the sink
Cold and lifeless furniture between decorated walls of memories faded,
What happened here, Are we too different now
Stories of the past relived are the only thing that keeps us going
Empty house. Empty heart. Cold hands.
Feels like nothing is real anymore
Something in the clothes piled high in the hamper
The messy floor and my scattered things across the desktop
The cold breeze flowing in from the cracked window
and morning light pouring in, wrapped in love
This warmth, this day, this feeling
Feels like home.