Sunday, October 9, 2016

Door hanging from its hinges,

breakfast things on the table,
newspapers neat in a corner,
armchair facing the television.

In the bedroom, make-up bottles,
4711, dresses in the wardrobe,
night-gown thrown onto the bed.

Calendar stopped: July 1984,
a pair of slippers still awaiting her feet;
feet  silent as air.

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