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Vacant House


Vacant House

Lights flickering,
television blaring,
no one is home,
out taking a walk.

The boy said he found
the lost marble,
it was under the couch.
The cat is asleep in the sun.

Dinner burning.
The roses are dead,
the vase went dry
water evaporated into the atmosphere.

Nobody mentioned the rain outside,
or the reason why they left.
The door was ajar,
and my mind wandered in.

Surveying the surroundings,
the surrealness of
the situation soaking in,
I left ...
and the house was once again empty.

Article © Ann Christine Tabaka. All rights reserved.
Published on 2018-03-05
Image(s) are public domain.

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