Empty Room

The room lays barren,
someone has been here recently
but who?

The chair is still warm.
Warm with the scent of
a gentle and quiet individual

The desk lies clean,
clean as a blank sheet of paper,
when before it was a fury of clutter

The bed is nude,
as naked as a conquest that
may have been there.

The closet are empty
As empty as the person
who once was here.

There is little joy, there is little sorrow
It is a testament to nothingness.
The feeling of numbness of everyday life

For those who has known,
they will be left with empty feelings
and fond memories

For those who didn't,
those memories will fade away
into spotty photographs in their own stories.

It is all our destinies to leave rooms empty,
just make sure that when you do,
you leave a presence behind.