Cellar Doors

I still can hear the sound

From when the cellar doors swing open

I spent a lifetime in that basement

I spent so many nights alone

Tracing the cracks in the brittle plaster

Pieces of green, they crumble off the walls

It all seems like ancient history

But so easy to revisit it all

I still heard a ghost

Lurking in the crawl space

Never stuck my head in there to check

Garden left overgrowing with marigolds

Did they rebloom after I left

After I left

And it’s all perfectly the same

Delicate, preserved, like a memorial display

I still can hear the sound

From when the cellar doors swing open

I spent a lifetime in that basement

I spent so many nights alone

It’s all the same

Enduring purpose, all that’s different is the face

You’re still the same

Eighteen months and not a single detail out of place