Timeless

The house is empty, dark and deep, but I still visit in my sleep.

I hear the clocks chime on the wall in between each soft footfall. 

Men in suits walk regally through using calculators to pursue

A fair and viable price to put upon each item per vertical foot.

The calendar clock out in the hall, the old buffet standing dark and tall.

Dusty books on library shelves, carved cherry fireplaces with marble elves.

If granny were here her heart would break to think that we would let them take

The tiny fingerprints on the glass and precious kisses from times long past

The booster seat and potty chair that once supported a bottom bare.

Homely things long out of date, but priceless parts of this estate.