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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