Epiphany Eluded
So there's nothing left?
No tools to put away;
No clothes left to sort.
All the electronics boxed up,
And all the fossils smashed to dust.
The epiphany eludes me...
Where are all the tears hiding?
Where do we go from here?
No tools to put away;
No clothes left to sort.
All the electronics boxed up,
And all the fossils smashed to dust.
The epiphany eludes me...
Where are all the tears hiding?
Where do we go from here?
This Poems Story
What do you do after someone has died , and everything has been cleaned?
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