An Empty House

By denny bastian  1972

This cold;

of empty house

is devoid of love.

This sound;
of door jam

proves my

entry is alone.

This smell;

of stale air leaves

a lonesome taste.

This silence;

of muddy echoes

drags my eyes

‘cross barren floor.

This cold;

of empty house

is not my home.

So turn;

my heavy heart

and hurry

out the door.