and than
he open the door
and find just naked walls
empty vases
closed windows
locked doors
drawers full of moldy memories
faded photographs and
lost loves
the sky is gray
and the ground is blue
the silence of the old chairs
echoes in the empty space
vestiges of a past that is still hot
can almost touch
but he is going to increasingly far
Helio Eudoro
may/02/2010
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