The House After- a poem by Gul Javed

​The House After

When I arrive, 
​silence 
and cold. 
​
At the gate 
your name in white
on a blue nameplate.

A frosted driveway.
An iced red car.

Sharp icicles 
hanging from empty 
window sills. 

An empty bed.
​
I search 
for the warmth.​

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