Crowded

An empty room
A vase, a plant
Is it real? Is it not?
Some pillows, some books
An obituary.
A past, Some dreams,
A scenery.
A clock that goes tick tock tick tock.
Horses and dogs that would
come alive if she turned around.

A sunlit scene,
a girl curled up in a chair.
Afraid of her thoughts
that sound louder than she would dare
in the profound silence
she hadn't noticed till now.

Tassels and lamps
and flowers of thread,
drenched in the warmth
of an afternoon sun.
Filled with stories of unknown ones,
The empty room.