A vigil of sorrow takes place
looking out from my window
into a world somehow changed.
The world is now an empty room
filled with shadows of loneliness
on the faces of people passing by.
Spaces, that once contained we two,
lie empty and silent as though...
in mourning for the lack of our presence.
When did life pass away?
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