Empty room
its geometric façade shines
at its brim,
no whispers heard, no breath, all
the vapor is gone. Gone.
Naked room
flourishes at its seams, just where
you used to lay
crumpled and abandoned,
lost, gone
the bathtub becomes a blurry
mirage
History unkind to its
devotees
How did it happen? All mirages end with the morning
How wispy, the air dew.
here suddenly gone? This one persists
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