Prompted by absence.
Voices echo,
adrift on winds
that never were.

Measure each word
like drops of rain,
heavy against
an empty sky.

Open the door
to nothing,
and listen.

The ticking clock
mocks
with voiceless
laughter.

Silences speak
elsewhere,
and leave
a trace.

Outside, shadows
dance,
gesturing to
eternities untold.

Read the stillness
like an old letter,
written
by ghosts.