the remnants of a man's past passion

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dear angelo,

i've never really thought about it until i'm sitting here alone in the realm of all the books and pictures and drawings of a man's past passion. i am awaiting for his return but something about the hollowness of this room draws my insides thin. i ask myself not to pry or wonder but the ghosts of the former are still lingering behind the walls. what have these walls seen or heard or witnessed? i cannot erase the feeling of being watched, like my happiness or shortcomings are all accounted for in some book of accusations. i long for some warmth in this cold room, my tea tonight provides none.

--jane