Hollow
Our house was cold…hollow of sound
every day returning to the emptiness
flicking the switch to light the dust
of your abandoned world
hoping to find you waiting
walking from absent room to room
ever missing
ever lacking
negligent of all that marriage should be
inwardly distancing myself from you
As far as I could go
retreating
coiling back within myself
the past unborn/ as our future
and every pitch black hollow night
returning with excuses
told to unhearing ears
as we undressed unfacing each other
turning away as the lights went out
I grew to unlove you
and your empty sounds
lies spoken through smug smiles
talking to me as if I was a child
unappeasing me
filling the hollow air with promises never to be
but I knew
knew what you were/ where you were/ were not
closed the door
left you to your abandoned life
our empty house of hollow sound
echo’s silencing from room to room
and the darkening night of your void
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