House for sale

This morning, i viewed the walls

bare of our pictures, and the floors

empty of bed, dresser and

night stands.

i've never believed in life 

as separate chapters

i only ruminate on moments

and songs that were a

part of them. 

Driving away for the last time, 

'wish you were here'

played on the car radio.

i had to pull over,

i could barely see the road

through the tears. 

Random song? Not to me.

Reviews

[The Exiled Wolf]

This one simple scene tells a long story. It is simple yet powerful. I enjoy reading this very much!96

[ReedWrite]

WOW.
Just...wow.
This is powerful, Gray. Very powerful.
It doesn't seem like it's going to be when you start reading...but the words just reach out and wrap themselves around your heart and squeeze. And I have to say...I love the ending. Random song? Not to me. That is like a punch to the solar plexus, emotionally. It just hits you unawares...driving home the poignancy of this piece, making the reader want to reach out and pull you into a hug, assuring you this, too, will pass. And that, after all, is the goal of any writer...to reach the reader at that gut level and make them FEEL your words. Great piece!

[Ana Papaya]

I like this, so easy to relate to the feeling of emptiness once something (that once was) is gone.)