Vulnerable

When the unforeseen strikes…..


Everything is vulnerable at nightfall.
All rooms in the empty house
are blurred by the penetrating
darkness.
 
Inside the bedroom the bed
is still disentangled. No one
has slept there since he was found
naked, shrouded, no more
breathing.
 
No more efforts to get up, dress,
making coffee
arm himself with the usual words
to greet the day,
to see the light
 
how it is creeping
under the furtive rays of the early sun
touching an empty bed
 
unmade, unowned.
 

© Yutka 2019
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very very nice

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