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Blank Pages

Blank Pages

she left

the keys

untouched

but the memory

of the music

plays on

she left

the paint

dry on the brush

but the feeling

hangs on the wall

she never

puts the plates

away

so they sit

empty

on the table

like the chairs

on the floor

TL

(written March 1, 2024)

Published inPoetry