A day will come
when the rooms in this house
will no longer be mine.
The walls will forget their stories,
and the floor will no longer recognize my steps.

The air,once filled
with my thoughts and dreams,
will fall silent,
the scent of time will fade,
and even the sun will no longer cast
the same light.

The world in which I still live
will estrange itself from me.
The faces I know
will fade into vague memories.
The voices I once heard
will become echoes of another time.

And everything I love
will be taken from me,
like a delayed breath
that no longer knows when to stop.
What once was will go up in smoke,
and I will look at what remains,
as shadows of another life.

The silence will be deeper
than anything I have ever felt.
What remains is an emptiness
that spreads through the chambers
of my soul.

Still,in the slipping away of this transient world,
I will keep searching for a place
where it once was my home,
where I can hear again what I lost,
where I can feel again what I am.