Showing posts with label empty house. Show all posts
Showing posts with label empty house. Show all posts

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