An empty room

I can’t keep myself from entering

Dust softly settled

A chiffon-fine covering

Your colours stain the carpet

Your smudges on the walls

Your friends’ faces framed

Beside the chest of drawers

Somehow I feel your presence

Crowding me with your absence

Clamorous in your silence

I  breathe you in; your essence

Lingering still in this quiet stillness

A thread has been pulled in our family tapestry

A missing stitch; missing you


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