LATER.

She turns for home
in twilit streets
which fade between
grey tower blocks
where workers meet
their empty rooms
in rituals of
their six o clock.
And after the sympathy
after the pity
after tears
and goodbyes
and the journey
to the razors edge
of this dusty day
as keys turn
in dusty doorways
and shadows stalk
a violet room
and darkened shades
of life resume
Here is the silence
you avoid
Here is the solitude
you shun
in undone breakfast plates
untidy sofa cushions.
As tangled emotions
in subtle dress
cross across
subconsciousness,
she places a casket
softly on a shelf
slowly peels off layers
unfolds, becomes
herself.......

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