Poetry / Sit and Contemplate: Vacancy

do you wonder who sits in empty seats
when you work in empty rooms?
Shadows of faces and lives, laughs, loves,
and all, all the whispers'
who in dust flutter with secrets from the ages
while you sit and do not listen.
You share the beating of your heart
with the emptiness of a white walled room
and speak to another who will not listen,
who cannot hear what words softly drip
From you to her.
Words meant only for the dust.

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