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It was her home,

but did she really ever live there?

Marmalade, jams, bread and butter

eggs, caffeinated drinks and candies

All they are to her is clutter.

They are stored, devoured and forgotten about.

Cause she didn't buy them;

And even if she did, she forgot about them.

All those stuff, they don't matter.

Fissures become features of an uncertain future

Depleting fridges and decaying bridges;

These are just abridged versions of a volatile mix

Sleeping Vesuvius or a creeping virus;

Both can get oh so serious.

Somehow, somewhere indifference, reluctance and tiredness

They prevail, and puts a web on the strolling elephant,

Lover's spat and sporadic intimacy;

Heals the minor burns and brings back the fridge.

And it continues to be her place of living,

but never becomes home. #ishtiaq_radical 10th February, 2021