There are rooms that are lost
Evaporated into the vast sea that is the past
No matter what we think it cost
Few ever count the place they’ve cast
Have you ever sat in such a room
Wondering why it felt different so soon?

You can see ricocheted darts from the light-bulb
Dance off heaps of books beside the jug
Some people fight back more than a sob
As if they wish the space had shared a hug

There, were cobwebs drape
An old photograph left a shape
Now your whispers echo
Like a bathroom crescendo

The carpet that rolled off reluctantly
The clothes folded beside hangers
Shells and Wives, Houses left empty
Soulless, hollow, without a Master.

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