this too will pass

time passes.

light shifts on the kitchen -

warming tiles, casting light over us.

sitting there like we did when we were little.

the breeze blowing through open windows,

bringing the smell of meals already eaten.

faces change,

the table stays the same.

the floorboards creak more now than they used to.

stairs always coated in a thin layer of dust.

stepping over memories

in the spot where others have walked before.

paint peels on window frames,

they creak loudly as i close them.

shutting out sounds of laughter from voices i no longer recognise -

from people i never got to know.

across the street a cat crosses the road.

there was always a cat there,

though the colour changes.

birds watch from the church roof.

on the fence,

balancing there like we did when we were little.

fading sun warming concrete paths.

time keeps passing.