{ the next inhabitants }

emptied of the cardboard crates,
the feelings that went with this place
are gone. the next inhabitants
will not know of the toys we found
in cushions, nor will they still hear
the songs we sang at bed.

the room transforms into the shape
of they who breathed and dwelt therein,
but now returns to resting form:
a moldy bit of wood and paint,
that shows no signs it ever housed
the living or

the dead

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