Ex

The Scene ;

Shuttered windows
and a locked room ;

floors garnished with
detritus from Ages passing
in front of you ;

their cortege of phantoms
of possibilities withered
into ineradicable regret ;

their bouquet of bitterness
rendered inert on your palate
that tasted too long
too much of their vintage ;

your hurried departure
on which so few commented
has now regressed into dormant
ephemera sheltered in the exile
of inaccessible memories ;

and somewhere in your future
a once familiar hallway echoes
with the cadences of your absence .

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