I remember tears streaming down your face
When I said, I'll never let you go
When all those shadows almost killed your light
I remember you said don't leave me alone
But all that's dead and gone and passed tonight
Just close your eyes
The sun is going down
You'll be alright
No one can hurt you now
Come morning light
You and I will be safe and sound
--Taylor Swift, Safe and Sound
The old house stands.
Early spring drips with only the whisper of a sound.
Inside, light filters through windows. It falls with dust on the furniture and empty chairs.
No footfalls creak on the stairs. No rasping pages of a book turn in hands. No voice spits anger or confesses a heart laid bare.
The clock ticks, sleepy yet not asleep, and light filters because none of the trees have unfurled the shade of leaves.
Knives lay in the drawers. Washed.
Knives will clatter if you open the drawers.