The house was warm, the lights were low, I never asked where shadows go, I played with toys on the kitchen floor, While tired footsteps crossed the door. The coffee went cold on the table side, A coat hung up where worries hide, They smiled at me with sleepy eyes, And turned their storms into blue skies. Now I sit in that same old chair, And feel the weight they used to bear, The silence speaks, the walls are bare, I finally know what was always there. The shoes by the door are worn and thin, The calendar folds where days begin, I trace the lines upon their skin, And hear the stories held within. I turn the lights on soft and slow, And let the quiet memories grow, I understand what I didn’t know, I carry the love they’ll never show.
