There is soothing left asunder.
Something changed.
The books were empty. Drawers out.
Picture in their frames disappeared.
Something is different.
The fridge is warm. The bed is not.
Something is not quite wrong.
One note. The piano sounds off.
One note. Resting on the mirror.
One smiling face.
One graceful goodbye.
Something is different.
The fog clears. The mirror smiles.
Something changed.
Knock. Knock.
I open the door.
Closure walks in and I walk out.
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