a world away

The empty rooms I see across the yard

Are beckoning for someone to walk in.

And I'm stuck to my chair, a world away.

One neighbour writes a relative a card.

Another scrubs and scrubs the kitchen sink,

And I just watch them. I am bound to stay.

The door swings on their way to school

And slowly slams a definite goodbye

And I can feel my hands begin to rot.

There's fake vines wrapped around a wooden stool,

Its company a string of Christmas lights -

It's March. I think their owner just forgot.

The empty rooms I see across the yard

Are beckoning for me to leave them be.

But I'm stuck to my chair, a world away.