There are four walls
And one child.
There used to be two but one has flown, the whereabouts never completely known.
The child wanders aimlessly,
confined within a cube.
Searching for the exit, looking for the truth.
But something has grabbed on her, slammed her to the floor,
cracked her beating heart and left her for the poor,
poor father who is now so all alone.
But he understands the absence reflects the silent phone.
"Please, come home."
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