Whispers of a Place

We found the place
years after its prime.

What it might have looked like
or served as
is impossible to say.
But when you go to hear
the whispers of a place
the way it was lived in
and the people that breathed its air
there are countless ways
to feel about such places.

For me
when I encounter them
there is this feeling
of lost hope
of abandon.
That whatever meant so much
could easily be tossed aside.
That what was worked for
could so simply be discarded.

As though
one day
everyone in town
simply rose from bed
walked away
and were never heard from again.


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