The seventh day in my new flat, I found a worm in the fridge. It was flat, black and dead. I quite like interesting animals, but not this one – it looked remarkably like a leech. Where had it come ... [+]
I don’t recognize this weathered place
These worn-down halls, this worn-out space
From this shrunken doorway I am struck by the sense
Of this phantom presence of great emptiness
With a mournful breath I step inside
Into the corpse where I once did reside
The silence then shattered by a floorboard’s creak
As if, in recognition, the house tries to speak
I wade through the dust that covers the floor
‘Til I come to a stop before a splintered door
The paint long faded, the knob rusted through
And suddenly long buried memories came into view
A bunk bed once lay beside this wall
And there! A carpet where an infant did crawl
The window where the light of summer once gleamed
And all the world was just as it seemed
I open my eyes and awake from that dream
of childhood’s hour, now lost in Time’s stream
I approach the cracked window and stop to stare
at the crying old man, reflected back there.
I watch for a while, trying desperately to see
What had changed more, my home or me?