Fingerprints
- Jon Best
- Apr 7, 2024
- 1 min read
A chair sits in the solace
Of the empty room that haunts itself
A monument of the bereft
Who never take another breath
But leave a legacy of empty bottles
With fingerprints on the glasses
Will any return to fill the silence
Hope diminished as time passes
I read this eagerly and it didn't disappoint, lots conveyed , like Stephens prompting the reader to engage thought and emotion also. Thank you John
Lots to ponder from a few words, makes you want to know more. Thanks Jon.