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Their Bed Chamber
I’m not sure when it all began,
if time drew its sharp blade
and split apart the fine string
tying them together,
or maybe none was ever made.
But since the first blink I can remember,
lying in the dark,
I could hear the silence creeping
through the cracks in the walls
from their bed chamber.
And when the sun came through,
I could then see the regret behind their eyes,
as if two strangers shared
a roof and a contract
with no rubber stamp to seal their choice.
if time drew its sharp blade
and split apart the fine string
tying them together,
or maybe none was ever made.
But since the first blink I can remember,
lying in the dark,
I could hear the silence creeping
through the cracks in the walls
from their bed chamber.
And when the sun came through,
I could then see the regret behind their eyes,
as if two strangers shared
a roof and a contract
with no rubber stamp to seal their choice.
Published 12th Apr 2025
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