JOHN ZILLE


Parting

The house has a stillness, a chill in each room,
Of hurt, and of anguish, and tears.
Of life taken away in a second of time,
Leaving sorrow and dark empty years.

The constant reminders of our life at the start,
Possessions of which we were proud,
Are now things of pain, of tears and regret
Of thoughts dare not spoken aloud.

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