silent spaces

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empty

This house is silent with you gone
machines still whir and hiss as though they lived
their metal bellows drew breath for song
delivering human comfort yet little give

Rooms are empty within the  space
where  once our laughter filled the halls
silent footsteps, socks on carpet tread lightly now
a ghostly presence that echoes in my mind where silence falls