a home in my heart

a series of rooms like fractured panes,
cornered in my heart's farthest flights.
memories aged with what space remains
glowing in the dark as my little lights.

forbidden doors to places yet forgotten
reveal the times the earth stood still.
contrast bleeding like blood on cotton,
ghosts of red stained by force of will.

its in the air as haunting winter's frost,
drawing nearer a door to December.
hands grasp the handle cold as cost,
begging for wisdom not to remember.

yet dominoes cannot relent their call,
and once unlocked the cold must spread.
numbed I watch the world change and fall,
seated again at my window, broken, dead.