How mendicant the memory that
Haunts the hearts
Of lovers estranged.
Their love,
Lost and funereal-
Lain in the back of a luckless hearse.
Fears take flight like frightened birds,
Hanging shadows circling the sky;
A mobile above a mausoleum.
An empty room
Holds lonely hands
Fingers broken and bent
Gray-haired bristles on a broom.
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