I Hear Whispers In The Wind Poem by Heather Schroer

I hear whispers in the wind-
laughter in the hall-
love in the bedroom.

It makes no sense.
When I am alone in this house,
how can there be sounds of happiness?

Once, there were whispers,
laughter and love in this house.
Once, when you were here.

Now they are all memories.
Figures of my imagination.
Nothing that is real anymore.

No more whispers in the wind.
No more laughter in the hall.
No more love in the bedroom.