My name resounds in the empty room,
The sound, an echo on blank walls,
They call for me, they call to me—
Searching down these empty halls;
The bed waits cold in the empty room,
Where only darkness laid that night,
Eyes scanned the star-speckled skies—
But failed to spot one dying light;
Shadows pace in the empty room,
Waiting, hoping, for my return,
This life passes like a forest fire—
No one notices the last leaf burn;
Darkness retreats at the light of dawn.
They search for me—
But I’m already gone.
June 8, 2017