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"Empty Halls"

I ascended down the empty halls,
hoping to see frames of us hanging on the walls
but there were none, not even a facsimile,
only traces of deadwood and offal.

My feet then brought me to the dining room,
where I pictured our little family happily eating in a round table.
Yet in a blink everything vanished like blown rubble,
and I was again alone in a cobwebbed chamber.

The living room was supposed to be filled with laughter,
but I can't even hear noises or little chatter.
It was as dead as the night at a cemetery
that I suddenly wished to have kids who can make sound, be it a cacophony.

The garden wasn't girdled with blooming flowers,
but full of fallen leaves, tree branches and bushes of rose, all were withered.
Chirping of the birds were even displaced
with crickets of orthopteran insects.

I headed back to the largest cell
where king-sized bed, sofas, and shelves occupied a lot of space
albeit it felt empty
for you aren't here with me.

Every hall inside the house is empty
and having you here will forever remain a revery
because we were never a family
like what I prayed for us to be.


-l.b.

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