Deep in back
down below it all
surrounded by cement
and stories already told
is where the best part stays
caught in the webs and dust
haunting
unheard
unremembered
unknown
just an echo in the floor boards
the soft creak of doors
and the fading music
of a song never written
7-October-2024
Tressa Lee Breen
Day 7 of 31 OctPoWriMo2024
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