Monday, April 3, 2017

Empty

tick-tock
the clock sounds aloud
to the quiet empty room
an echo of the pretty brunette
who once
yes once
resided in this same room

gone were the days of laughter
smiles, sunshine, and warmth

the clock now struck
tick tock

in longing

-ADF

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