Emptiness
Emptiness
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Emptiness called this noon
The last sun rays seeped through the curtains
White cold tapped on the window panes
Dust settled on the Piano
The sheet music scattered on the floor
The pages of a novel shut itself close
From an unmade bed
A blanket dangled
A season of nights waited
No lights turned on
For emptiness needed space
Emptiness did