Strange Calm
Strange this calm Of forsaken solitude Drought ridden eyes No voices here A multitude of joys In memories remembered Smiles and laughter Now seldom linger Gazing they find In objects new identities The bathroom slip-ons So strangely abandoned Echoes still manifest Trapped within walls The voice long gone Lost to endless slumber Loss or gain The argument will continue When in death They do depart!
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The bathroom slip-ons were a give away to the identity. :-)
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