Another "broken" poem from the prompt over at Poetic Asides.
BROKEN.
Their family broke the other year
now I, the house, am waiting
the dust lies lank, a beggar’s coat,
over scattered left-behinds
and each one moved away
and left what was--or might have been--
a home, now dull and silent
their family broke the other year
and I, the house, am waiting
for voices, footsteps once again
to let me give them shelter.
jle 2013
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