Boxes of Well Dressed Bones

What if abandoned houses

are just homes

that nobody lives in anymore

 

What if cemeteries

are empty of

almost everything

except boxes of well dressed bones

 

What if the world

is alone

in a void full of dimming stars

warming nothing

but lifeless  space

and boxes of well dressed bones.

 

 Day four of Na/GloPoWriMo– The challenge! Write your own sad poem