Through Windows – 7

And old song 
Sung in such sadness 
As brings down the rain 
Outside apartment windows 
On a chilly afternoon 
Turning to evening. 
She remembers they 
Sang along. 

The smell of 
Her parent's coffee 
And their soon dinner 
Of baked fish, and mac & cheese 
Filling her nose as she worked 
To set the table 
For the three of them: 
Six o'clock. 

That song sung 
Long ago somehow 
Still lingers

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Beleaguered Servant

Owen Servant is an online poet working in a style that's been described as "compulsive". In real life, he is an actuary, because being a poet wasn't unpopular enough.

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