Vacating Visitor
Strange that your room is empty now
like a tooth that's been pulled as a hollow shell
darkened up and devoid of what filled it once
just a socket to tangle the tongue
Strange that the brewing of coffee has stopped
like a race that's completed in finish lines
when all of the runners relax, unwind
and unroll the adrenaline wheel
Strange that a bird of metal wings
could fly you away with the laughter you bring
to barely a speck in the blue southern sky
to be viewed by the earth as a hawk
Strange that our visits are always too short
like reverberations from musical notes
one strains to still hear after songs have been sung
and laughter lives on in refrains...
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