dressed in black and grey
put every sound into a bag
and carried them away
The squeaking of the door
The flicking of the lights
The screaming of the children
The clicking of the pens
The stamping of the feet
The ringing of the phone
The sound of the curtains closing
A stranger called this morning
He didn't leave his name
He left us in silence
Life will never be the same.
by caitlin
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