Empty spaces embrace those gone…
       Holding on to what they knew
       Their shadows playing as they did
       Familiar patterns keep them in line

       A faint wind of Tabu perfume
       Opened necktied shirts worn by officed men
       Brightly patterned cotton skirts swaying from waists                                                 of lightly inebriated housewives.
       Summer charcoaled  backyard evenings
       cigarette smoke, ice clinking get togethers

       A box lid tightly covers played tiles of mahjong
       A jangeled drawer of tangeled keys – letting no one in or out.
       lives lived