These walls reach out to remind me
Of the good times and the bad.
They have heard the laughter,
The triumphant hoots, the envious chuckles.
These walls have seen the tears
Of the sense of loss and the joy of gain.
They have gasped and cheered
When the bubbly champagne
Splashed across their shiny faces.
A little sauce, a little cream
A little of that spicy hot curry
The party times, the home comings
The welcome guests with joyous kids.
They have cringed in pain
When in anger, saucepans flew
To mar and maim deep inside.
The putty and the wall paint
Will never erase those scars
The memories of deafening silence
That hurt more than the inflicted wound.
They have heard the soft whispers
Of thoughts, unsaid, suppressed
Purblinded by the stampede of emotions
Trampled by the surging egos.
A clean slate awaits me
A new house with new walls
Memories folded and packed
Ready, exited and expectant.
Soon someone else will stare at it
Lost in thoughts of joy or sorrow.
It will be theirs to amuse or abuse
A mute spectator of the game called life.
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