Thursday, 30 October 2014

The Breaking of a Family

The room is lit with yellow light
The smell of food is dry and cold
just a hint lingers in the air,
The table sits in a corner with four chairs, all scattered about
The plates dressed in an incomplete meal
The spoons and forks begging to be cleaned
And half empty glasses strewn about
The three year old daughter and her parents
have just finished a meal,
A family that dines together.

Weeks later, the table sits lonely
The forks, spoons, glasses yearn to be with each other
The yellow light hides in the ends of wires,
in the dusty insides of the bulb;
The family hasn't had dinner together in a while
for he has started to cook his own meals.

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