timbers and beams
creak
while old bones
ache
memories
revisited
upon each morning’s wake
histories of happiness
out last
those of pain
as the paint
of yesterday fades
a life of dreams
were birthed
in the barn
yet
now
the pastures overgrown
still long for the sounds
of laughter
that once filled the air
emptiness is
all that’s left
while the crow
flies beyond
where he once
found rest