A House Of Memories...

Memories are made of everyday objects...

The little trinkets and gadgets that we hold...

A passing sight of even the smallest little piece...

And the memories unravel and unfold...

The teapot in which you over-boiled the tea...

The chair on which you sat to read...

The door which you always kept open...

Reminders of the many dreams that you left torn and broken...

The flat is empty, with no more love to fill it...

A nightmare is so vicious that it kills the spirit...

Your absence haunts these once pleasant rooms and hall...

The little possessions you left behind, your paintings on the walls...

We miss you, Didi...

No ointment can heal our pain...

You destroyed everything in your wake...

Only the house of memories remains!