CHIMNEY SMOKE

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At first, it was just a tremor~  
the way sunlight hesitated  
before touching the floorboards. 

Then the clocks stopped.  
Not all at once, but one by one,  
as if agreeing silently  
to let time unravel.  

Now the house breathes  
in slow, uneven sighs.  
The walls exhale memories~  
fragments of laughter,  
the ghost of a shout,  
the scent of burnt toast  
from a breakfast forgotten.  

Outside, the wind carries  
the voices of the departed.
Their laughter curls 
like chimney smoke,  
dissolving into cold air.

12th grademeaningfulmemoryrememberfree verse

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