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Reminders, emptiness

rampantly upon my broken spirit

moths to dismay instead of flame



If the shore could feel the breaking

of the waves upon its face,

forcing its cold, relentless embrace,

it would huddle meek and shaking.



No way to change its lot,

or to ask the waves abate,

the shore resigns to wait

until the water presses not.



Reminders, emptiness

rampantly upon my shattered love

misery wishes to be left alone.



I have a hotel with one room,

all new inside and cozy.

The last tenant left it clean,

the key returned to my care



The light has glowed on since,

my neon invitation drawing travelers.

I’ve been turning them away.

Each day my sign will flash:

“Vacancy”