A large room
immaculately clean
a single chair
an imprint of someone who used to sit there

The empty book case
still the faint musky smell of old pages
a loose bracket with a screw missing
the unstained patch on the wall
where a framed photo once glistened

Flowered curtains stained by cigarrette smoke
the room is silent, quiet
you can hear the faint memory of unconditional laughter
impressions on the carpet from where the table once stood
nostalgic rings decorate the oak wood

A cleared room
still keeps it possessions
a cleared room
still has its memories intact
a cleared room
never empty with platonic love written on the walls
invisible hand prints from when the child first crawled

I wonder who will live here next?
what colourful memories will they paint?
what music and sounds will fill the silence?
one last look, gently close its soft cotton eye-lids