Loneliness

When I hold its hand
I feel cold
Its heart is sorrowful as my mother's
with no one to share its sorrow
When I tend to its stories
I feel frozen all over 
It keeps worrying
About a girl dressed in white 
sent off to her marital home 
Now in a house further away 
Standing as empty
It makes no difference when I go to it
For years now
It is leaning in a kitchen corner
Cold and worried
Having nothing to eat
Except sorrow
Poor old fridge

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