The brutality of age and neglect is sprawled <br />out on the bathroom floor its cheekbones push <br />for freedom, its eyes are stained, yellow, and deep. <br />Hair is uninterested in its growth, shooting out <br />in sporadic patches as an empty mouths moves <br />but makes no sound- A fish singing in its tank. <br /> <br />'Would you mind packing him some clothes <br />and see if there are any contact details' <br />Firmly involved we swallow our orders and search. <br />Opening kitchen cupboards we face white emptiness <br />only a few crumbs remain. <br />Entering the first bedroom we tumble over crusty <br />clothes and long ignored accidents <br />groping though the dark of dust we gather <br />the cleanest of the dirty creased clothes. <br /> <br />Cautiously entering bedroom two we enter <br />an alien scene, a pristine clean space. <br />Upon an unfuffled lacy pillow is a silk nightgown. <br />At the foot of the bed a pair of perfectly placed <br />slippers, then we turn our attentions to the <br />dressing table. <br /> <br />A dozen or so half full perfume bottles stand <br />in line beside them earings of every colour and <br />lengh, a comb with strands of blonde hair curled <br />around its teeth, a dented locket hanging from the mirror. <br />A womens world, a once upon a happy world frozen <br />in a universe of brutal neglect and days of endless longing.<br /><br />Not Long Left<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/an-introduction-to-life-love-loss-and-death-2/
