Empty Halls

You left me

a haunted house;

all my windows

and doors open,

every curtain

and bedsheet

blowing in

the wind.

And in

that moment

I felt most alive

knowing my

empty halls

screamed of me

and not of you.

 

© Kristiana Reed 2018

This was written in response to Free Verse Revolution’s weekly prompt – Haunted.

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