Tread Carefully

In a room covered by memories,
a lamp lights a corner
revealing stones and dust,
shards of glass
waiting to be trodden on.
And then there comes the feet
bare and white
which find their way
onto this battlefield of your hurt,
turning toys into ghosts
and smiling photos
to pictures on obituaries and headstones
stark white with death and loss.
So honey, tread carefully within this space
for there is nothing for you here...
...just what needs forgetting
and what needs letting go.


"Tread softly, because you tread on my dreams."