Dear Marius
Evanescence
Written May 31st, 2011
A fedora
On the desk
You worked on
The chair
That once held you
Now holds empty air
The shirts
Your loved ones wear
With your name
Your own army
But you’re not here
To command it.
A piano
Standing alone
At the end of the hall
Dust falls on the keys
A coat of proof
Of your absence
Thick silence in the air
The music has become evanescent.
You’re everywhere
In these objects
But they’re just objects.
Not you
You’re nowhere.
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