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Apr 2012
John sat at his table.
As every morning he has done.

But That Day!

John remember the paper napkins.
He had laid there the day before, for his mom.

But That Day!
He Came to Know Why!

As John poured tea, from the teapot.
And took no care, and spilt it on to napkin there.

But That Day!

Just moved on.
Allowing the tea to dry.

But That Day!
He Came to Know Why!

John did not go out.
Just sat there at that table, in his chair.

But That Day!

John! lonely John.
Move on he thought.

But That Day!
He Came to Know Why!

Removing the napkin, John saw right there.
Staines on the table, and if, you half closed your eyes.

Looked like his ex wife Abel.
Paul Hardwick
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Paul Hardwick  64/M/England
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