“Walking Away”

Why are there shadows of faces in cracked mirrors?
Why does every room I walk into have to be empty?

Maybe it’s a mirage of those who have lived here,
Maybe there just gone, or just visited these rooms.

I walk in soft leather shoes,
Being careful not to scratch the hard wood floors
Although they echo my footsteps

Looking down I see a clearer reflection of me
It seems to be clearer, but not in the mirror.
Maybe I shouldn’t walk with my head down so much

I sit on the floor in this empty house,
And realize that only yesterday, it was full.
Reality whispers in my ears; “today is not yesterday”

Every room had texture
Every room had personality
Every room had someone in it
Today it is empty.

Sorry becomes synonymous with loosing.
And those last words of good bye translate too eternally.

There is never a happy ending to what once was
As I walk away all I notice is;
Why these streets feel like a concrete tred-mill?

RMF 12-28-08

Very telling poem...nothings stays the same.

This really touch me. Nothing is life will be the same as the moment before.