It has been a few days now
Or has it been weeks
Must be months since you walked past this road.
Many views I get as the day rolls away
Many sounds I hear as the night falls
Nothing compares to having you walk by
Nothing compares to seeing you run out in to the lane and grab the clothes
Drying on the line.
The other day a child ran by
Her anklet made the same beautiful sound like yours did
It wasn’t you.
Now that I think about it
It must be years
You probably have a child of your own
I hope you teach her to dance like you
Her laugh must sound like you.
Did you know your house and your lane is now growing shrubs and creepers all over it
Like it wants to hide itself from the world
Encapsulating all your memories within
I too have tried it
It is working
Soon my heart will forget
Soon the house I am built into will be covered with moss
But my eyes
My eyes refuse to shut
They say I’m the eyes of this house
I’m a window who has seen you grow
I’ve seen you go
Come back, I want to see you walk down the lane once more
Come back, before I am shut.