Ir has been a long time since we last spoke.

The seasons have changed.

Blood red leaves hang on branches that are soon to release them.

Night has blotted out any hint of light.

I am in my room,

Curled up in the quiet of my bed

Holding in the cough that builds up until it robs me of air.

I am trying to listen to the sounds of life within this house.

All of us, still together under one roof.

Lives

Loves

Dreams

Housed here.

By J. Hamilton