Earlier I drew the curtain back
propped open the window,
watched people pass and
invited people in.
Now I must hide myself,
so it is blue, false light falls
equally, unenthusiastic,
a dull yellow permeation,
and fake windows mock from a
stark white wall.
The emptiness of this large room
I cannot fill
is striking.
I miss the breeze and the sunshine
that, touching my cheek,
felt like another life
embracing my own.
EWV
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