It was a house <br />Of many absences <br /> <br />Dust settled on her bed <br /> <br />Outside, the green of mountains blue <br />Inside, the shadowy dim of things we knew <br /> <br />I met you here <br />This empty house <br /> <br />Echoes spliced between silence and quiet <br />Nothing etched from nothingness<br /><br />Wesley Gibbings<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-house-14/
