Ephemeral Poem by Eila Mahima Jaipaul
Ephemeral
everywhere in my world
feels empty.
but today it has the hollow emptiness
that only comes from a dwelling
truly abandoned.
this space has the irrevocable
air of bone deep sadness.
here, even you,
have no more reality
than a dream.
knowing I could die of longing
trying to live
on what I've found in this place,
I am nonetheless
riveted to my desolation.
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