Memory of an Old Place

windows open
wall fan is churning
curtains sway
sadness beginning

piled up papers
on the table
phone is not ringing
no tapping on the keyboard
deafening silence

people are smiling
only in pictures
where they’re framed
memoirs of old

pillows in its place
chairs still arranged
dried flowers in the vase
oh, what a cold place

cobwebs of memories
dust in rime
I sit here waiting
‘til the passage of time.