The Red House by Maria Fokas My eyes opened to an empty day: How long has it been, a decade, a century? I swear! Only a day; you’ve been gone one day. The wilderness of silence hovers over me. And that unspoken word, still lingers in my head – You said – good-bye, with the word “Regards” A formality with such powerful blow To hatch the beast that mocks my loss. In the red house  – no enemies remain; no one but me, I lean my head against the window pane; Way above the sky, a warm light comes down! I … Continue reading The Red House