Prompt: Day#2- December Homing

Steve Smulka

The sound of your voice

when you laughed, growled and cried

your peppermint flavored kisses

the smell of your skin

when you woke up in the morning

and before you fell asleep at night

fragile memories that I have stored on a shelf

that wobbles when the wind blows through our

empty house

 covered with dust.

The sun tries to shine through the windows

but the cold always finds it’s way in.