Remains

So tragic, said the decaying remains of the ship. So much pain, said the cracked sculpture lying on its side. Yes, agreed the hole on the side of the massive ship, once above the surface but now deep, deep in the oceans depths. There was a party that ended abruptly, said the room with a shattered chandelier, wine glasses, and rotted tables on the floor. There was romance in my room, said the still shining engagement ring. Must have been for a woman, replied the empty perfume bottle lying next to a pair of high heels. Did they leave in a hurry, the ornate box filled with jewels wondered. They would have taken me with them. The people in here had a child, said the old toys. They were poor, said the dull, brown cotton shirt. The man was tall, said the length of the trousers. Thin, said the seventh hole in the black, leather belt. The woman was stout, but attempted to make herself beautiful anyway, the wide, worn dress commented. Yes, she was rather heavy, said the couch, of which the middle sunk slightly downwards under the weight that used to sit upon it. They were from Ireland, the torn Irish flag lying on the ground said proudly. Something is not right here, said the empty rooms. Where did everyone go?