Where I Once Lived
By Zarah Parker

Empty room,
closed curtains,
door locked,
and one light on.

Darkened skies,
with a million lights,
but the lights aren’t stars-
and the nights are never really dark.

Turned faces,
downcast eyes,
broken heart,
bitten nails,
reddened eyes.

Empty room,
clicking of keys,
the only other sound is the T.V.,
and alone in the city
where I once lived.

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