WITHIN THESE WALLS

 

I feel your presence in each room

As if these walls could to me speak.

Your memory lingers within these walls

That seem to not want me to leave.

Your picture sits upon the mantle

And on your pillow at night I sleep.

I seem to feel you everywhere

And wonder if these walls have eyes.

I feel a prisoner entrapped within,

For from these walls I find no out.

So, each passing day, in here remain,

Within these walls that hold your memory.