There is only imitation
In grains of matter;
In rays of spattered light.
Nothing you could
Dare to scatter
Or enrapture in my life.
So I say goodbye
Though I commend you for trying.
I’ve come to like
These empty rooms
And echoes like tombs.
Wouldn’t you?
I think I’d rather
Be alone.
Don’t come around,
There’s no one home.