empty rooms are one of my favorite things.
they answer yes to every new idea - baggage-free from their yesterdays.
they echo my footsteps like hearts beating through cosmic time.
they resonate a lonesome joy at the discovery of a new friend.
they speak to me in soft murmurings of longings unspoken.
empty rooms often hold treasures.
…an old John Deere tractor, one wheel munched on by some mischievous pooch
…a faded red roll of cap-pistol caps missing from the gun belt of some small desperado
…a tiny blue coat with two hand sewn snap buttons - closing up warm around her diminutive doll
…some dust bunnies shivering with each yellow straw broom swish
…one single thumbtack missing cork board and photo, testifies to our habits like a tiny time-capsule
and empty rooms let me believe it’s possible to begin all things again. possible for lost companions to walk casually back in. possible for time clocks to stop, letting silence breath rapture into all of my pores. possible for each of us to put aside masks and expectations - to truly see each other as we are.
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inspired in part by the SES prompt ‘empty rooms’
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January 29, 2009 - 11:26 pm - GMT


