Here I Am

"Here I am!" she said to the closet,
but her only answer was a groan
in the perpetual darkness
of some long ago forgotten sin.
"Here I am!" she said to the shower,
yet felt only a trickle of a memory
come floating from an arch of time,
passing billions of particles just to land on her face.
"Here I am!" she said to the dresser,
but her reply was an open and shut one:
just a reverberation filled with lonliness,
regret, sorrow, and mothballs.

So she kept on her unrelenting journey
around the corriders of her home,
trying to find the one small thing
that would answer her - let her know
that she was not forgotten.

"Here I am!" she said to her cupboard,
but only a mouse squeaked in reply
and casually scampered away
in a hazy, free-flowing breeze.
"Here I am!" she said to the sofa,
but the indents of her past sittings
had long since faded away;
and now all was unmoving - silent.
"Here I am! Here I am!"
was her desperate cry, as
she sauntered all over the floorboards;
"Here I am! Here I am!"

And then she came to the mirror
propped upright next to the grandfather clock.
"Here I am!" she whispered softly,
yet only saw the walls as her reflection.
With that, she shut her eyes, and melted away...


~J.V.Harker~
~26 June 2008~