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.

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