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The Empty Apartment 11

A stained teacup sits sadly in the sink
Ashes of a past fire grey the hearth
An unread newspaper, old man's spectacles
A packet of mints lay on the scratched surface
Of a beeswaxed table
Waiting for Thomas Ryan to return

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  1. Date: 1/8/2011 8:48:00 AM

    Such a description, enthralling Déirdre

  1. Date: 1/6/2011 4:48:00 AM

    my place is empty minus one woman. john

  1. Date: 12/27/2010 6:14:00 AM

    Liz, this is so solitary and so beautiful. I love it! The last verse explodes

  1. Date: 12/23/2010 9:05:00 AM

    Congrats Liz on your Premium Membership.. welcome to the contest and blogging scene.. enjoy with luv.. and happy holidays...

  1. Date: 12/19/2010 7:11:00 PM

    This is very evocative, LIz. Makes me want to know about the occupant, where he has gone, when he will return. I think I like it even better than the other. WEre you late for the empty apt. contest? I think this would have made an excellent entry! Luv, Andrea

  1. Date: 12/19/2010 7:52:00 AM

    One can feel the emptiness here, Liz-- losing someone definitely makes everything seem bleak-- thanks for sharing-- nikko :)

  1. Date: 12/19/2010 6:48:00 AM

    This is how my father's house seemed when I went to pack away his things after he died last year, Liz. Tears flowing now. Beautifully written and it touched me personally. Love, Carolyn