The Vacant Room

The vacant room is near the abandoned warehouse

The vacant room is where I slept for decades

The vacant room is where I loved for centuries.

Where I loved but lost

Where I lived until time stopped.

The vacant room are where my memories are stored

The memories where the shadows danced across the room

The memories of where I loved until it hurt.

Memories may just be memories, but the vacant room took a spot in my vacant heart.

The heart that stopped beating centuries ago.

The heart that learned to beat once more.

The vacant room may be empty, my vacant heart may be broken, but the vacant spots will be filled.