Few can describe

Few can describe,
the feeling of showing up to an empty house.
A house void of any reality,
any presence of anything more alive than the plant sitting on the coffee table.

Though the presence of emptiness is a presence in and of itself.

The calm peacefulness of such an emptiness is truly under appreciated,
underrated, and often goes unnoticed.

The silence of which can be noticed the moment you open the door and step inside.
The stillness that sits,
seems like an old friend relaxing on the couch.

This phenomenon, however; is fleeting. It does not last longer than you begin to fill the space with your things, your thoughts and your presence.

Soon your old friend leaves the room to go inhabit another place, where emptiness is allowed to prosper, no longer inhibited by another consciousness ruffling the feathers of an already perfect peacefulness.