Eugene’s Window


Wonder what happened that autumn day?

With the windows shut

the doors locked

and

the kitchen filled with dread…

Where did the living go?

Who took the dead?

From time to time

When sleeping questions get out of bed

What happened that day?

That day where the living came to an end

What happened that made the

precious present

hopelessly…

easily…

broken.

But mercilessly unwilling to

bend…

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