Empty home

The pictures are all down

The books are packed

So too, the pots and pans

This house is no longer home

 

The walls are bare

The cooking’s through

It’s empty and alone

 

Her smell

It fades

Day by day

Soon it will be gone

 

And so it ends

This time and place

And soon I will be gone.

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