Just ghosts 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 ghosts waiting for an escape or a miracle.
John Castellenas/Coyote