There’s nothing but emptiness,

Only a veil covering a shapeless statue,

in a room with no furniture in

A shaped hole that noone can fill

And no windows

There’s an empty nest

A purple silken scarf entangled at the top of a leafless tree

A clift facing an endless ocean

Where only the wind reigns,

And blows everything away,

The fallen leaves

The felt words

The most fragile hope

It’s getting cold and I’m shivering

Cuz the coat was left at your place