Graceless

An open door
and empty hall.
No sound of music
Of life at all.

The vacant bed frame
the unflipped switch.
A loss of some things
I'm not sure which.

An open spot
and unused plate.
I have things to tell her
is it too late?

The easy window seat
The quiet drive.
How is it I can wither
for she to thrive?

An answerless poem
And broken heart.
The time to live is now
But how to start?
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