The room is empty
it swallows me I am not the man in the photographs framed on the wall I am barely a man at all this face isn't mine this vessel belongs to someone else I inherited their life memories that aren't mine when people greet me I know they wish they were talking to you but how do I tell them that you've been gone for years and the person they see isn't the person they once knew
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