W is for Walls: If Walls Could Talk

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.