Pale Yellow House

Fields and unkempt fences too tall
framed the pale yellow walls
that led way to awkward hellos

& questions about how school was going
answered by a little girl not knowing
(you soon wouldn’t be there to ask).

The pale yellow slowly faded lighter
seen less and less frequently by her
and never just the three of you.

Until there weren’t three anymore.
& grief came to live and sit by the door
of the pale yellow house.

So regret prompted calls more frequent.
pushing grief aside in secret
to enter the pale yellow house.

She tells him how school is going.
Trying to remember and always knowing
he soon won’t be there to ask.