In the End

A Woman in an Interior, Strandgade 30 by Vilhelm Hammershøi

In these deserted rooms that gave us life,

though I summon the words of regret,

I cannot feel the pang.

Do not worry my husband.

My arms will come away empty

when I turn to leave.

I shall leave the husk

of my unrequited love

for our infant Thomas,

behind.

© Sophia Roberts

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The Room

A Woman in an Interior, Strandgade 30 by Vilhelm Hammershøi

Light opens the doors,

Her loss has blocked time.

Her hands rest on
The heavy material of her dress.
There is no breath but her own.
It is a long time before death.

Outside a bird sings
Through the paralysis.

She is unaware
That she is not alone.

© Valerie Taylor
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