The empty cubicles that bind us.
The embellished holes that define us.
All at once whole.
World within world.
Every moment adds to the story.
Friends, lovers, mothers, me.
The stillness as she contemplates.
Folded knees, enduring heart ache.
Words played in his confined space.
No there to go, he knows, she knows.
Home?
Two untouched pillows.
But they are so much more than this filled cubicle.
Walking eggs afraid to break.
Easy come, hard to hold.
In the end mere beating hearts in the dark.
The door he never closed.
The light she leaves on.
Take Time to Realize........
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