XII. A Room Without Windows

XII. A Room Without Windows

A Poem by Mace
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Part of a poetry novella

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I don’t wait anymore.
But I leave the door unlocked.
Not for you
just for the idea of arrival.

The air is still.
The silence no longer listens.
It only leans.
It only watches.

Sometimes I hum a song
that has no beginning.
Sometimes I forget
that forgetting was the point.

The furniture has learned my shape.
The mirror,
my absence.
Even time
has stopped asking questions.

© 2025 Mace


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Added on March 31, 2025
Last Updated on March 31, 2025
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