Tuesday, July 28, 2009

The Sitting Room

The Sitting Room

The house has devoured her already
There is no one

No one anywhere

It had nothing to do with silence
When the lives of the others passed by
It was only the idea of it

Waiting in the sitting room forever
Anxious for echoes
It all simply vanished

The mind boggles to remember
A woman's silence
Faintly trembling in his hand

A certain sense of loss
Developing out of the pictures
And that was another great thing

In the same room no one knew
What day of what year it must have been

It was at the next corner
They grabbed each other for support

Subtracted and divided

An empty ghost of light
Holding up a cocktail glass

Hearing what we would have said
Through the bones in our head

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