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Room by Myself: Savoring Meditation #235

Room by myself

The sun sneeks to peer inside,
But why?
Nothing goes on in here anymore.

It's over..
The game is played.
All is quiet now.

I gaze over at the bed,
Neatly made, pillows fluffed
Empty, sterile, alone like me.

How has this silence become so noisy?
I talk to no one but self.
Listening for an answer that never comes.

A cold dark dead disaster
My room suffers without tears
While mine flow to the floor.

No doorbell chiming.
No telephone ringing.
No love making.

Only a cold room
Waiting for life once more.

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Room by Myself: Savoring Meditation #235


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