I walk up the drive to my house,
To my home.
All is as I left it,
Nothing has changed.
I wander from room to room,
The silence is stifling.
No laughter,
No words.
Nothing but the quiet
Where once there were sounds,
Where once there was music,
Only silence can be heard.
Alone I sit opposite where she sat,
I realise that I was never prepared,
Nobody warned me,
Warned me that when she died
I would not be prepared
For the silence of an empty house.