Sister & Granddaughter Quatrains | A Poem

I poured my speechlessness into the abandoned room.

The hair in the brush and the reading glasses ownerless and obsolete.

She just disappeared. They’d already taken her body away.

I heard the sounds of her death, her dying voice, the open mouth saying my name.

I disrespected your privacy when I emptied your room.

I sat on your bed and felt the robbery of our future sink in against my will.

Against my power. I repeated the words on that very same day.

And stared at photographs of you, smiling, and I couldn’t bring you back.

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