I was alone
Nobody’s home
I was standing
on my own.
I walked through
the sala and sat
on the sofa
There remains the
fragrance of my grandma.
I waited to hear
for footsteps near
There was nothing
but silence screaming.
From the wall
down to the carpet
Only loneliness I get.
Where could they
possibly be?
Did they really
forget me?
I started asking questions
No way, this can’t be rejection.

So much emotion in this poem
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Thank you, Kayla!
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