Though this house is empty, I see a couple on the black bed painting tomorrows at the bare ceiling. I hear the loud TV that didn’t have any attention. Hugs cover their eyes and kisses are shutting it off. The table wasn’t alone either. The past midnight serving of words and laughters are its feast. The walls reflect what it was when they were there. They are playing hide and seek- In my memory.

It’s time we fill another.