waiting for the ship to sail

    
   
   
a sword, a dagger,    
a cherished thought.    
   
all too late to be of    
use now.    
   
the bedrooms    
empty,    
   
a single plate sat
for dinner.    
   
the walls remember,    
   
the floors remember,    
   
the windows remember,    
   
the pictures remember,    
   
and i am struck dumb    
because i can not    
forget,    
   
or recall a time    
when i was not    
alone.