poetry and prose by stephen chute
Wednesday, September 26, 2018
the empty house
the empty house
sighs.
it breathes in then out.
it's
almost alive.
the wind of time.
the laughter.
the tears.
all still here.
somewhere.
and love too.
both yours and mine.
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