Uneaten thoughts create
unexplained spaces of emptiness.
As day passes, a portion of
destiny is added to a legacy unfinished.
The elderly form short choppy sentences
as they remember experiences their not
sure actually happened.
Windows are bedecked with the last holiday;
a broken wreath minus a bow.
A light shines from under the door.
Footsteps and soft music stretch thin
iInto the hallway.
Outside there are lines of cars passing by.
Shadows on the walls search for safety.