No one important has come by today.
In fact, no one has come by at all.
The shadows in the desolate hall
Have been my lonely, only friends.
They fold themselves into memories
That lengthen with the falling dusk,
Fade moment by moment to nothing.
Which shadow, which memory
Would you presume to be?
Stand tall against the darkening wall—
Stretch your long limbs to their limits,
And slowly fold yourself well into me.
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