Memory Foam

Memory Foam

Paler patches where pictures used to hang,

compacted carpet, footprints slowly fade.

Silence fills the rooms where once she'd sang

and weeds reclaim the grass on which kids played.

The mattress on the bed is memory foam

- he hopes that it will still retain her form;

but bricks and wood no longer make a home

- this house will never get to be so warm.

So here he is, he's lying on his side

with arms outstretched across the empty space

- he never thought the bed could feel so wide

without the promise of her love's embrace.

With life so short, our time ticks by so fast

- how long can our impressions truly last