The house is empty now, and so am I. The silence is all around me and penetrates my every step. If I listen to music, it pierces my soul and brings up tears on its way out. I see her picture on several walls, giving a momentary glow to days gone by, filling those rooms with love’s reflections, as I pass through. I go out and return, but the routine and the voices beyond this place cannot come back with me. I am stripped and searched at the door, humbled as I lean upon the entrance way. I may only take the emptiness in. That doesn’t seem necessary, since it abides here anyway. The house is empty now, and so am I.