THE EMPTY THRONE

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In this mansion,silence was the loudest guest. I'd traded my dreams for this gilded cage. But last night, i dreamed of rain - and woke to find it was just the faucet dripping in the hall,echoing in the empty space beside me. I walked up to close it facing in the mirror as if hoping he'd appear by my side to embrace me. I chuckled. I still remember the day he came at my parents place to ask for my hand in my marriage,he was with his mother,expensive cars flooded the compound then came the gifts,i was told it won't