Tuesday, September 20, 2011

Houses don't know you're dead.

HOUSES DON'T KNOW YOU'RE DEAD

Your trinkets stand dutifully
waiting for your
return.

The plates crusty like
moons in the sink bear truths
to me that you will not return and I
must deal with the dozens of ends
left flipping loose.

quiet and empty would be a relief from
the you I feel pressing against
every wall at once.


...unfinished, and note... this is a reflection I had while walking past a house whose owner recently passed away. None of my friends or family have died!

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