silent house

the silence in the house is stern and intimidating
like a punishment administered in absentia

I have paced the rooms to search for you
but there is no sign or trace
only the stuttering of the refrigerator motor
and imagined echoes rising
from with the tread off my bare feet on the carpet

my head is full of things done and not done
mea culpa
hurry back
I have become afraid


© Frank Prem, 2001

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