Once an occupied dwelling,
now only a vacant space.
The sounds of loneliness fill,
as the tenant moves from this place.
Now this place is desolate,
as empty as barren land.
Dry as the driest desert,
with dissipated sands.
There is no disguising the void,
not a vapor of substance at best.
Only yearning to be filled again,
with the essence of the one who left.
What a surprising anticlimax,
truly the loneliness agency.
Where the sign now lights,
"OPEN VACANCY".
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