Vacancy
In twilight’s hush, where dreams commence,
I wandered lost in limerence.
A glance, a spark, a breathless flame,
Yet never once he spoke my name
Love lived in ache, not permanence.
Who am I to wake a beast
Dressed up in stark reality?
For all the signs I could not read
And all the signs I did not see,
Love left within a vacancy.
Who am I to stir the storm beneath
A fragile mask, a velvet sheath?
I danced with ghosts in memory,
Chased echoes in the elegy.
Love, once a fire, now absentee
A whisper lost to vacancy.
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