Death on a Winter's Eve

A draft chills the room
Someone has opened the door allowing despair to roll in
Yet sadness seems to have no recollection here this house where the fire burns on obliviously into the night

He nods in his sleep to the fireplace
Undisturbed, as if no one has entered the room
This insouciant attitude ensnares the cat and mouse as well
...who run through the house chasing spiders

Dust assaults the quiescent mantle
Colonizing, layer upon layer endlessly
No wife to clean for him
She has departed, not a day too soon

He feels the stranger's hand upon his shoulder
He awakes, unruffled, knowing it is time to go
Apathetic, he reaches behind the door to acquire his coat
...knowing he will not need it where he is going.

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