everything was clean

no more dust, no more quiet frames, i opened the door and gave your room light. as it's presence grew, slowly removing shade, brunet blistered wood began to reveal. dried images found cracked lines. time seemed to have done nothing good. perhaps it was a sign that nothing could ever stay the same.

i spent hours attempting to restore vain life. unable to decipher if sentiment had completely departed or if i have learned to accept? unable to tell if i was welcome or just couldn't hear your voice asking me to leave. i wiped away years of stale air, finally giving comfort to solitude.

it was only when i was leaving, my eyes gazed upon her withered petals. in the absence of light you had taken more than your own life.