Was there ever any hope? Or a future?
Mally Harvey
The empty house was as hollow as the abandoned marriage.
Was there ever any hope? Or a future?
It was a fragile and brittle life with no love,
Built on a quicksand of expediency.
She moved from room to room, remembering,
As a tsunami of fear surged through her
And tears slowly rolled down her face.
She saw a fading brown stain, a reminder of why she was leaving.