Torrington, Ct, Usa
The wind blew through the house with ease
the door swung with each gust
and there alone slow danced the breeze
among the gathered dust
the haze brought forth by afternoon
peered through the window pane,
met eyes with furniture in rune
long since, carefully lain
A withered rose upon the sill
wept softly to itself
with petals lost and fallen still
upon the sun dried shelf
And hallowed house that begged for night
to shroud its emptiness
bore only words that came to write
years before in distress
They spoke of dreams that had been lost
They spoke of tears since cried
Times when aside a man was tossed
and to himself had lied.
The note it seemed was not addressed
it never spoke a name
just left upon the table, pressed
so tightly into frame.
A letter written only to
the keeper of the pen
sealed tightly with envelope glue
never opened again
But to the one who toiled long
struggling what to say.
The note was sent where it belonged:
"Iíve gone to see the world today."