5/24/10

Empty Rooms

Empty rooms…
Blank spaces, white walls and smooth floors.
Empty rooms I fill with things:
The long strings of unmade scarves,
The books I hadn’t thought to read,
The trinkets never worn,
And ornaments never touched.
Empty rooms…
Filled to the brim,
Still manage to echo with the absence of sound.
Empty rooms I fill with music,
Flat notes I’ve failed to hear.
Empty rooms…
Always living in an empty room.

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