[Laika]: 661.Poetry.Silent Steps.one

home, alone, familiar walls rise from the familiar floor and still
I am a guest, it's been too long
and I don't live here anymore, this house, where the walls fall crooked from the familiar roof
         where the floor twists

the echo of the empty apartment is like time - passed
scratched the wallpapers, dug crywrinkles at the courners of the eyes and mouth
  torn the old to be seen

it's sad, but what else can I do
fall on my knees, press my palms against the floor