dust motes

 
feelings interlace with an empty room at noon
dust motes of regret dance in the sunlight
confetti decorate cobwebs from the last celebration
echoes of past days laughter...haunted
 
the grandfather clock in the corner chimed in with weight
a ballerina frozen on-point stood on the shelf askew
worn-out furniture told the tale of a well lived-in home
 
the lonely room ache  
long shadows were cast
it spoke of failure
 
one stormy night  
words flew in accusation  
while the walls listened
with a careless slip of the tongue, it was over
a bitter divorce ushered their ruin
 
the poor mother struggled  
the house foreclosed upon
then a hasty departure
a forlorn teddy bear missing an eye witness it all
 
the room wept