#EmptyReflections #Writecoapp
The lights have dimmed,
and the echoes of applause
sink into the wooden floor,
where dust now dances alone
in the faint breath of an empty room.

A chair sits, still warm from the weight of a body,
its shape now fading into shadow,
like the memory of a smile
that was real once,
but has since drifted into the space between things.

Here, the silence is thick,
a slow exhale from walls
that have listened too long
to words not their own.

The curtain hangs limp,...