I leaned by a wall in the hallway
dressed in a hat and a coat
with a place to go I cared nothing for
when after his death we moved out

the thought of the way an empty house echoes
after the packing cases are gone
never fails to move me or bring  tears
it reminds me only of death

a hollow sound and an empty heart
if we had settled down after that
I might have gained more trust in the world
where only death is sure

it was after that I started to sleep walk
I have been sleep walking around that house
for years, in a world where I always move on
until death and the final box