Twelve days ...

I knew every corner of this twisting corridor - 

I'd walked along it many times - 

I opened the door of the emptied room - 

There was the bed - 

There was the pillow - 

There was no sign or trace of what had happened here - 

The long moments as night came to the Victorian garden - 

The hourly visits of the carers - 

The murmured kindly words - 

The gentle anguished face - 

There was only a residue of silence - 

A hole in the world which could not be filled - 

17.09

Wednesday 28 March 2018

Room 2 

Belmont Castle 

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