Forgotten windows and doors.
Spider webs and creepy crawlies underfoot.
Dare I peek behind the vined curtain?
Afraid to see who is watching me;
My legs shaking and betray my steady hand.
Hearing the echoes of heartbeats as I stand
Still and hold my breath.
Has time been forgotten
Or is it merely waiting motionless
In the veil of between
Aching and remembering touch?