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Pulling the drapes,
closing the world off,
grays of morning dust
hidden behind truths
find me this day

knowing my own sorrow tastes of bitter apple
fallen from a stately tree I once stood beneath

on sunny days
breathing in the spring
cooling shade touching
my shoulders…shrugged now,
what’s the use

staring in every direction along smoke stained walls
finding a faded square where your picture once hung

nail holes in this nightmare
lonely as a table for one
offering mis-matched silverware,
a tarnished candlestick,
in cracked glass reachings

you were here once, I still feel your fingerprints
upon the soft walls of my heart…where I pushed you away

dark shadows approach
of my known shape
in singular motions
draining me of hope,
missing what I knew

my ear against the door I listen for your smile
as only silence calls to me from an empty hallway