When the unforeseen strikes…..

Everything is vulnerable at nightfall.
All rooms in the empty house
are blurred by the penetrating
Inside the bedroom the bed
is still disentangled. No one
has slept there since he was found
naked, shrouded, no more
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 2023
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very very nice

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