A Chapter One Para 1 To 3
I pushed at the open door
no sound
just darkness inside.
Dust filtered my
nostrils,
a mustiness of lost years
inhabited my senses.
A loose floorboard
creaked in the stairwell,
the aroma
of her Chanel provoked memories
of my
living hell.
A tear of self-pity congealed
in the dirt at my feet
I switched on the light
"Hello son
I knew you'd be back;
He's gone..."
1.ENTERED IN 'Chaptor ' 1 Matt Calari Nov 1 2022
2. entered in Constance la France ' Writing Challenge - X'd Poems Second Chance' Contest Dec 5 2022
Copyright © Brian Strand | Year Posted 2022
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