EMPTY HALLS
by Carl Josehart

on a long last walk
empty halls
echo quietly
memories
murmur
in a once busy place

shadows play games with light and dark
empty fixtures
cast no illumination
in a long hall
larger now
deserted
then ever was when full

eerie remembrances projected on
empty walls
movie images
locked in life’s drama
screen now empty
actors now gone

phones hang mute as testimony to
empty calls
from disconnected lives
too much static
to hear
across the unanswered years

friends long gone sit on
empty chairs
at empty tables
conversations
echo quietly

memories
murmur
as I whisper goodbye
to empty halls

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