I imagined you as a house, filled
with voices of conversation and banter
and cutlery clinking on crockery and
bottles slowly yet hastily touching
wine glasses and whiskey glasses
and table tops.
I imagined you again; this house
all the dishes washed, dripping dry
in the kitchen
the leftovers and trash in a bag or two in the corner
voices in the driveway making plans to meet in just a bit
one more drink, one more moment
and a hand running along the walls as if touching them for the last time
each lingering touch leaving a light turned off
and as this unseen body walked out the door that hand
lingered once more and the light went off
and the lights still bouncing off the wall as the light was turned off
seemed to sigh along peacefully with the newfound silence
I hope your lights turned off softly,
I hope your lights turned off softly,
I hope…
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