If I could have seen

Known this, years before

When I had nothing

No color, only sound

Echoing throughout, between

Innocence in the past tense

Uninvited and unwelcome

With more loss to come

Before we understand

The crippling effects

Of double digits and time

Old bones would be known

Soon enough

But not soon enough

To prepare a place

At the table

For our new friends

Regret, loss, guilt

The door open

They fill the room

Hung from ceilings

-The broken

Taped to windows

-The forgotten

Nailed to walls

-The persecuted

And in this full house

We wither, together

Growing colder

Than before