Stay

Her days have nothing to begin for
The quiet of that too-roomy house
An unsuitable filler of the void
“Will you stay for dinner?
Will you stay?”
She asks ones who have outgrown her
Pity her
Leave her to her nonsense
Unable to prioritize
Swallowing anything in reach
But not standing up
To search for meaning
That atrophied spirit
Melting into the infirmary bed
She waits until we forget

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