The room is empty
just the candle left
transforms the night
to yellow light of hope
the time to think...
perhaps,
to drink...
perhaps...
the cup unsipped,
the cigarette unsmoked,
the poem unfinished
and the book unread
all those tiny things,
that make a house the Home...
forgetfully abandoned on the desk.
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