June 16, 2014

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Silence prevails
here this morning,
our bedroom full
of fresh linens.
We've made it
ready for someone new,
hauling our stuff 
out to the curb,
washing dishes 
in anticipation,
though no one 
so far has arrived.

All our rooms
have become so quiet,
the tennis court deserted,
we no longer chase
down errant balls.
I sometimes worry
how we managed
to linger, as if we lived
on borrowed time.
Now we're afraid
to depart, knowing
this place will soon
belong to others. 
I'm hoping we can make 
the adjustment,
before it's really
no longer ours.