#FBF Grief (Circa 2002)

No one is here in this room

Alone she bears the weight of sorrow

Walls faded, cracked

Wallpaper yellows in dim sunlight

One gnarled hand rests upon the covers

Bones jutting under skin like bundles of twigs

Eyes fixed toward heaven

Where he waits patiently

Stained tweed jacket dresses a broken chair

Just as he left it

She talks to the passing sparrows

Calling them by his name

Silently she shouts to the shining stars

Begs them to bring him back

But stars are fickle friends

Someday he will come for her

Free her from this prison of sadness and death

Until then, she waits

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