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