At the end it's just you
You, and peelings on the walls
there's a Beautiful view of the garden
from the kitchen window
and the Children left years ago
an old scar On the wrist
There are stories on the shelf
And intentions in the drawer
Thick silence in the hall
makes it difficult to pass
from the bathroom to the Bedroom
on Saturdays the furnitures
are Like wrinkles
Memorial Monuments
Everything remains as it always was
As you've always wanted
As in a waiting room