“where is my love?”

It was an 8 Bedroom house. 

Decorated kindly with Flowers, art that told stories, and comfortable furniture.

“where is my love?”

Each room breathed life, yet all visitors ceased to come save the local cleaning women who came every other Wednesday. 

And the Diligent Florist Who came every Thursday to trade the wilting flowers for a new fresh and vibrant variety. 

A lovely lady of 73 only vacated her room, the one that the cleaning lady and florist were instructed to leave be, once in a great while.

Tonight, she walks through each of her 8 rooms aimlessly. 

Rooms she will always call his. 

“Horses Galloping, bring him to me.”

Brushing the walls for support with her arthritic fingers, she weeps for each room. each memory. 

She counts the doors

one

two

three

and re-enters her room, and gently slides her feet in between the sheets of a four poster bed.

A bed she will always call Theirs. 

“Where is my Love?” 

lyrics in quotation from Cat Powers “where is my love?”