Dust settles.

No longer shall

Pattering feet

Send it flying.

The walls stop echoing.

No longer shall there be

Loud joyous voices,

Soft voices with whispering confidences...

The tap keeps dripping.

No longer left open

In careless negligence.

The corners

No longer hide

Secrets dripping

From quavering lips.

The grass in the field

Will quietly rustle

Missing innocence

And smiles

Of free days in the Sun.