Tiny Tales: Broken Home

He said,Masked 2

“This home looks really broken down.”

looking at the photograph.

“Yes.”

I replied.

I heard pity in my friend’s voice. For a heart that had made room.

But I remembered the goodbye. A welcome that wasn’t returned.
And the plastic mask-shield came back to protect me again. From rain and from pain.

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