At the window

Far away,

a splendid thing.

Looking at me-

Wearing my clothes,

mouthing my name.

A pause,

has resurfaced.

in my speech-

My tongue no longer

cares for my dignity.

Once crowded,

a room has emptied.

I can hear only-

faithless dogs,

howling winds.

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