When the day is ready to set She gets a little restless. She does not want to go back to the dark lonely house. It reminds her of the times that were.
She has not filled the empty vase in the house , she lets it sit on the table.
The ivory couch and the maroon curtains defines her current state of mind. If walls could hear they would know she talks , but for the world around she is quiet , silent.
She unlocks the door , she keeps her keys in the drawer thoughtfully. She eyes the second pair of rusted keys , she picks them up, smiles and keeps them neatly , back in the drawer. She walks on the clean carpet , moves her hand over the couch, feels the softness. She opens the door to the patio, it creeks !
She sits on the floor besides the patio and looks at the empty couch and the empty vase.
Hours go by and she stares outside the ajar door, the sun has set and it gets dark and cold.
She wonders , how everything changed in a single moment. She is still in a state of denial of him being gone, gone forever!! It has been 10 years since that phone call. She cries her silent tears and waits for another day and another quiet evening.