Dead eyes
gazing from the old portrait frames,
on either side of the hallway
looking back into themselves.
this house smells of death.
the anxious air awaiting the return
or a shattering laughter
echoing in the empty halls
that surround the fragility
of the ones left behind.
smiles and good shows
cannot hide the truth of the eyes
or the emotionally tinged words
that give away the game.
bring this house back to life
hug me a little tighter,
stay a little longer,
make me forget
if only for just a moment
there’s a little game,
it’s easy to play if you try.
stare long enough and remember
inflections, funny looks, rolling eyes
listen to the stories
imagine them happening,
feel the warmth of sunshine and
the caresses of breezes
almost feels real, doesn’t it?
the beautiful simplicity of delusion.
