cold mists have swirled outside the windows and a chill swept through this house is nothing without you here the neighbours have died moved on, escaped to warmer climes silence seems quieter every corner darker days so much longer since you've been gone
Pebbles and rocks, laid to rest like old men though snug as warm eggs, and eager To tell us the story of time Ancient wisdoms strewn in shingle, the flood of cold tears assaulting the shore The sea.
