I lived here once, long ago
In the space where houses grow,
I had no walls, a roof or a bed
but had sweet rest, until I was dead

But life goes on and life must grow.
What lies beneath they need not know.
New families now live where I lie,
an unknown grave better utilised

It is soft peace to know their lives,
the families on either side.
They are my sisters and my brothers,
Aside my wall, strangers to each other.

My name does not need to be known.
I know theirs better than my own.
I am content as forgotten bones
at rest in the wall between two homes

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