Empty House

Empty House
By Bud Lemire on January 6, 2008

 
As you search through this empty house for me
I am here, yet it isn’t me that you see
You can not hear the words that I say
As you look in each room and go on your way
 I am a stranger, someone you don’t know
Yet I feel it saddens you to see me go
You came to help me, but I was not alone
Yesterday the Angels came to help me home
 They said it was time to say goodbye
But gave me time, before I could comply
To look over everything I had here
And to be around so I could whisper in your ear

“You’re chasing a ghost, but I am now at peace”
I can see you feel the calmness increase
You felt my presence, yet without any fear
Before the day is done, all will become clear
 I thank you for your aide, although you were a day late
I can see the Angels are opening up Heaven’s Gate
They are beckoning me to come through
I bid a good life’s journey to you
 This is for Howard Fontaine, who I have not met in person, yet would have liked him. May his journey on the other side be a good one.

Note: I showed up one morning to help him, only to find the house empty, and later upon arriving home, to find out through reading the obituaries that he had passed away the day before. The door was unlocked, so I entered and was looking for him, yet having the feeling I was not alone.