when you arrive
home and there
is no one when
they all left for
somewhere and
you do not know
when they are
coming back
you sit on a sofa
you hear no sound
there is no note
no word the celfon
mute and there
is no sound of
any car coming
or at a distance
dust or smoke
moving towards
where you are
silently seated
you then feel it
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