A small separation must be maintained.
Life before, laid out properly like a plan for perpetual peace.
Life after, as memory fades on that time of stoic sacrifice.
Wartime entered our world swiftly. You enter me in silence and though I see all,
I too say nothing, and never will.
No amount of elbow grease can erase the past completely.
Tears from carers and cared for alike, gathered beneath my floorboards into pools of hopelessness.
The hum from the stable as displaced people tried to replace themselves in a world that didn’t fit.
The echoes of your footsteps may still be heard throughout my healing home.
My green and pleasant safety net awaits.
Will you need it ?