as a feast finds it self in its ending
and silence takes its rightfull place
in a room lost for words
a man's resting his eyes on the now
empty chairs, trying to recollect the
image of the person that sat there
it is then a door finds its lock and key
and a room out there, somewhere, is
cast into the lonelyness of the lost
word again
(c) JR. 2018
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