She bought a dress yesterday,
Simple, red, and plain,
Spread across the bed,
Next to the pearls it lays.
Untouched, unwrinkled, in the window-light
The hand to raise it lost its strength,
Bow-tieing fingers no longer nimble.
Stiff, now, in the chilled air.
A winter's morning tries to bring day,
Curtains guard the night,
Sounds of a clock's alarm erupt from a table,
Routine, expected, common in every way,
The mirror knew her secret,
The tulips on the table did aswell,
Whispers had spread around the room,
I never heard them.
















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