Saturday, October 26, 2019

The Room

Those who suffer a great tragedy often feel they are alone. You are never alone. Many have gone before you. Forget not this fact.


The Room

In the room there stands,
Shelf on yellow shelf of Geographics,
Looking down upon a couch that once saw
Gentle passion,
And a long past dinner party.
Now there just remains a silent coffee table,
Holding on its muted top,
A sad few dusty cards,
That wish condolences,
In a house where emptiness is
Destined ever more to live.

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