related to an earlier post, I forgot I wrote the accompanying poem… so, here it is, for what that’s worth…

the silent houses
where widows dwell
draped in shrouds
for now lost spouses

every corner filled
friend and family cover
for seven cycles of hours
dishes, well wishes and flowers

for then night comes
in the familiar home
only one heart beats now alone.
the silent houses

musical … Katatonia – My Twin