FORGOTTEN
The clock upon the wall is broke,
listless hands no longer mark time.
No urgency encroaches here.
Old ghost stories-- memories of memories,
wrapped in brittle, flaking parchment
entombed in a dusky one bedroom.
Mute telephone, faded pictures cloaked with dust,
a mob of brochures and flyers gather at the door-
to bear silent witness to her final voyage.
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