The house is strangely empty,
Just as he had left it.
Never seen the place like this though.

He is never coming back,
I still can not quite
get used to the idea.

The dark brown clock that was
Always his favourite object
Still goes on ticking.

I have never encountered
A moment such as this before,
Everything is somehow irrelevant.

Time is forgotten.
He never will be back
To this still, empty house.
The Dark Brown Clock