Silence, that once I craved,
Now comes to haunt me.
The walls now resound
with laughter and banter,
fights, wails, endless arguments
now wrapped as fond memories.
Some days, I hear voices
across the street, that reminds me
of the morning madness,
the sound of rushing feet
scurrying past the door,
those piles of clothes strewn on the bed,
and damp towels left on the floor;
the dirty socks unattended.
That wasn’t so long ago,
yet, feels like eons,
as I walk down the passage,
staring into empty rooms,
hoping for the phone to ring,
to hear those words I so long for—
“Mom, I’m coming home.”
© Esha Mookerjee Dutta January 27, 2020
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(Linking up with Reema and Vinay for #WednesdayVerses based on this week’s picture prompt.)