Poetry

Vestige of Us

#Vestiges of us:

spilled wine on dinner,

candles lit,

cold seeping from an open refrigerator,

oven reeks of burnt Dutch apple pie.

Someone’s knocking.

Living room decorated with

sparkling glass shards

from the coffee table.

Someone’s banging.

“Anyone home?”

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