Uneaten thoughts create

unexplained spaces of emptiness.


As day passes, a portion of

destiny is added to a legacy unfinished.


The elderly form short choppy sentences

as they remember experiences their not

sure actually happened.


Windows are bedecked with the last holiday;

a broken wreath minus a bow.

A light shines from under the door.

Footsteps and soft music stretch thin

iInto the hallway.


Outside there are lines of cars passing by.

Shadows on the walls search for safety.




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