Room

Room

A Poem by Brett Hernan





When you left,
I closed your door,
moving nothing.

Later,
some times,
I opened your door.

I'd go in there,
just to look,
or stand.

Until, one day
your scent
had gone.










© 2017 Brett Hernan


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Brett Hernan
Brett Hernan

Hobart, Tasmania, Australia



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Low-resolution sample only. Born 1968. All of the images accompanying each of these written works are my own. (Except that one of the guy putting a flower into a soldier's rifle barrel!) more..

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