The Seeker & The Dweller

Down the little hall
Is where you once had stood
Where others hang their coats now
While you stand, deep in the wood

And hear the echoed greetings
The closing of the door
Forsaking a Lover's dwelling place
Their light burns at the porch

Down the little hall
Is where Mortality bows
And Muse beckons, and curtsies
While the winds of Jealousy, prowels