High above on the mountains I see our house

I tread in carefully into the room

And see dreams that have gathered dust,

Some those have never come true.

 

In the corner,

On a desk sits a letter.

That was once started,

Years ago,

But never finished.

Its recipient never knowing,

What truths and feelings lie within.

 

On a dresser,

Lays a necklace.

Once worn out of love.

But now sits alone,

With no one left to claim it.

The love it once inspired.

Almost lost for all time.

 

On a shelf lies a book,

That sits un-completed.

The author having given up,

After losing inspiration.

Dust replacing the thoughts.

Time washing away the words.

 

A door opens to the outside.

And I look  out in eagerness

Waiting for someone to walk in

Someone living now in hopes and dreams.

 

My eyes turn their attention away,

And come upon the pair of eyes

That is looking my way.

And smile in recognition.

And almost walk towards them.

But they are pulled away,

And the moment is lost.

 

I smile in reflection

smile out of love.

And the person who they belong to,

Turns and re-enters the house.

For they know it is time.

 

 

They return to the room.

And sit alone.

Among the hopes, the dreams.

The trinkets, and  the special moments

And they sit and smile inward.

Alone in their thoughts.

Alone in their house,

Remembering the time I was there……..