Emptiness

The vacant bench in the park


Awaiting someone


Whose footsteps


Were, but now gone



The empty clothesline


Lying still


No more fluttering winds


Entangled among the cloth fine



The bare tree


Its leaves even in spring


Lay molted at its feet


Forming a filigree



I see emptiness


Where ever I look


I wish you were here


Nestled in my arm’s crook….


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