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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