I Am Alone
The visitors left me
with empty rooms
tasting like the last bite of cone
beneath my favorite ice cream.
Bare mattresses confront misty eyes
and small piles of laundry
stand at the foot of each bed,
like left over food.
Silence seems impolite,
interrupting conversations
still echoing in this cool place
that was warm an hour ago.
I am alone.
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