can't you tell by the way “sole” is pronounced  

as if he were once merely a guest  

who has now made his presence in this home known? 

 

a stadium once full of life 

is now a sombre, 

 s i l e n t , 

 s i g h t 

whose corridors look untrodden for days 

save for the ivy and moss making the most of this loss. 

 

many seasons came and went without a presence felt. 

not an eye batted this way, 

no traveller mistakenly strayed, 

not a door was knocked 

nor a phrase was talked. 

 

the leaves that landed on the porch last fall 

are now no more than a faded stain, 

banded to the deck so only a shadow remains, 

and the railing too frail to bear the weight of a single extra nail. 

 

the greys that cloud the outside skies 

are now a familiar sight inside, 

residing on the shelves 

and lying between a credenza's broken legs 

 

restless to yell 

restless to tell 

 

of a time when this home was more than a den of scattered webs.