Your silence is like a fine coating of dust
That shrouds my room
My bed weighed down
Shards of sparkling glass
All around
So I sit, congested, congealed
Afraid to move
Lest I disturb your silence;
All that remains of you.
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Linda G. Hill 
Quite haunting.
the mood is nicely captured. great job.
Thank you 🙂
Thanks 🙂