Pale illuminations powering up,nmoonlight losing out to rays.nThe slow adjustments stepping through the housencome to rest when I wake.nnAll the words that still hang between these walls;nthe illusions, the sighing, the tears,nand the making up and the words we forgotnecho untroubled when I am far from here.nnThe sound of my heart’s booming through the room.nAll the life we lent to this space –nthe slump of bed, the scoring on the floor,nthe bolts and shutters now in place.