Her vacancy gapes, a stagnant yawn to the afternoon.
It was once a comfortable room, a place where grace
and decorum were the norms. But life is rife with storms
of a virulent nature and relationships sometimes divorce
themselves from clinging combatants. No drape or curtain
can hide what is inside… or what it lacks. It comes back
to the fact that every building has many stories
and each room therein has a tale to tell as well!
No one is here to hear her testimony! She is lonely!
No one is there to know how sun glow warms a decrepit space!
© Walter J. Wojtanik – 2017
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