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white, white walls
05.03.08 / 10:16 pm

she pursed her lips,
distaste for the blank white walls,
the discomfort of being alone again.

of everything within her reach, she was the owner
and nothing of his remained,
except ghosts, unsaid words,
regret.

over time, she built upon the blankness,
settled furniture into its place
and washed the dishes when the sink got full.

over time, she thought the forgetting was getting easy,
like an honest full-time job,
easier by the day, as the days got more dull.