April 18th – Memory

No explanation really needed for this one. The prompt speaks for itself. Here it is. Enjoy:


All there was; rustle
of books at midnight –
reading by torchlight.

The whisper of headphones,
singing out their electronic
hearts to S Club 7.

Hum of overused hallway
lights – aren’t all children
afraid of the dark?

A storm is brewing downstairs;
raised voices are thunderclaps –
television is rain.

A whimper in the night.
Precipitation of tears
on a lonely pillow.


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