Just  a ghost in this  house

Once love  was  alive and well in our home.  Laughter, song  and  the noise of the children are gone now.
Today  a deadly silence in the house.

Two stranger  rarely talk and the house became a prison.

Once lovers now barely friends. Holding on to the thread of  hope.

I wonder can love be brought back to life from the dead? Is dead love just sleeping emotion or had time stole the will and kindness
away forever?

Today two strangers share a house. Just ghost waiting for  an escape or a miracle.

John Castellenas/Coyote