Shadows of yesteryear
fall long upon the empty walls
Reminding me of all the lives lived.
If walls could talk

would they give up their secrets
as easily as a butterfly shedding it’s cacoon.

Suitcases
forbidden rendezvous
loves lost
passions found
Desperation
loneliness
death

What tales would they tell
Would they hold our secrets close
Like a friend never divulging our sins.