Week 66

And when you come home now
To your now emptier house,
The colours in the walls
Are diminished.
What was once a brilliant purple
In the morning light
And a warm orange
Blanketing us in the daylight
Remains colder, greyer.

You pull back the curtains,
The view is of the ocean
It is stark and calm right now.
The ocean is as unpredictable
As the human heart,
Before your eyes it changes
Taking on shapes and memories
Of the universe before you
And after you.
It reminds you of the ocean in your own heart.
It reminds me of when I tried to swim with you.

The house is sturdy yet
The foundation built by experts before us.
And even though the house shifts,
You remain standing
And grounded.
You know you have a house still.
Days will pass
And each morning the sunlight
Will warm up the colours a little bit more,
Drive out some more of the grey
Until one day
With your little boy, you'll repaint
All of it together.

All houses carry happiness and sadness.
Greyness isn't the absence of light,
Just another shade of black and white.
The foundation is strong
And the house is sturdy,
And in the back of your mind
Once in a while
The memory of me swimming with you
In the navy blue ocean
Will make you smile.