A silent room
Filled to the brim
With People
People who I knew
People who I went to school with
People who I grew up with
People who called me family
A silent room
Filled with toothless smiles
And grand gestures
And embellished memories
Lullabies
Of People I knew
Wide grins
Leaking black paste
Dancing silhouettes
Waltzing to the sounds of absence
And shadows of what remained
Yesterday never happened
I
Tomorrow won’t come
Am
But, just for today,
Not
There are musical chairs
Us
“People”, they called themselves
“Friends”, they felt they were
“Family”, they believed us to be
Surrounded by bodiless noise
In a silent room
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