THE ABSENCE
Quiet.
An eerie,
Calmness
Breathes
Over
Everything.
Duat moths
Swirl
In the
Air
As though
Someone
Has
Disturbed
Them
From sleep.
A heavy
Tome
Lies
Open
To
A naked
Page...
The pen
Sleeps
Nearby
In a faint!
Water
In the
Crystal
Decanter
Sloshes
Gently around.
It has
Been tasted
Hastily
Through
Ruby lips
Or so
The glass
Says.
Someone
Sat on
The cushioned
Chair
Not too
Long ago...
A soft
Scent
Permeates
The air.
A tale
Untold
Hangs
With bated
Breath.
The truth
Of
Who was
Once
There!
FREDERIKA MENEZES
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