Tuesday 23 August 2016

Missing Roommate

Empty rooms. Empty silence.
Permeates. Screams the obvious.
Phones, MP3s strewn on the floor.
No click, no tap, no snore.

Stale smoke clings to nostrils.
Not a home, a nomads hostel
Cheap curtains hang listless, the world outside.
Missing roommate, missing drive

Mouldy kitchen, bins are strewn
In the bed, a damaged spoon
A knife cut it
It should have kissed it.

Balor O'Brien

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