DVAM Code-Purple: Day Twenty Nine

I live alone.
When the floorboards creak,
I know this sounds softly into others ears…

And yet,
I live alone.

There is a table for four.
I eat there, I drink there.
From there I gaze sweetly at my loved ones.

But still…
I live alone.

©2012 Jessica Stephenson All Rights Reserved

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