My house is as odd as my head
No windows to see the within from the without
Doorways to mysteries beyond the imagination
Sloping roofs for snow that never comes
Low ceilinged rooms just tall enough to avoid collision
A bathless bathroom; a bedless bedroom.
A widower’s kitchen.
A floorplan which shows not the altercations that led to alterations.
Things displaced: Nightmarish disorder
Unframed pictures and orphaned hooks.
Your voice echoing through empty space
Come home.
Roberto Cavaleiro
Tomar
