Something sad

Day 4, and I'm having my usual reaction to the prompt.

Actually no, I'm having a real pushback against this one. Something sad? I don't believe in spreading doom and gloom.

Ok.

Something sad without emotive language.

Alone

Yesterday's cold tea half-fills a green mug.
A book lies face down, open,
Its spine marking a memory of pages read
and those that will never be seen.

The clock ticks away seconds,
Chimes the hours with no-one now to hear.
This morning's post sits on the mat
But it will not be read.

Photographs line the walls;
Loved ones, holidays, weddings and parties.
Signs of a life lived fully
And with love.

She slumps in the chair,
Eyes half closed. Glassy.
No breath disturbs the air.
All is quiet.