Drove by your house
The other day;
The one on Andrew Street.
It seemed so dark
And lifeless there,
Where once was
Laughter in the air.
Where once the birds
Took refuge there,
Their wings now cease to beat.
The angel at the gate
Is gone.
The one who sang so sweet,
And welcomed all who entered in
The house on
Andrew Street.
I pulled aside
To watch a bit.
No signs of life,
No windows lit,
No footsteps in the snow.
I’m sure I got
The address right,
I’ve been there
Times before.
So different now,
So cold and gray,
Its soul, its smile,
Its light is gone,
Since Cathy moved away.