the lights are on but no one is home

the lights are on, but no one’s home,
these glimmered eyes, lamps left on long ago.
dimmed to dreams of a new life to come,
the lights are on but no one’s home.
damn these thoughts in their deafening sum!
this longing is all I know.
the lights are on but no one’s home,
these glimmered eyes, lamps left on long ago.

Catch more of David Estringel from his previous entries:

the ugly writers  the ugly writers

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Cyrel julian Pili

Cyrel Julian Pili, ESE19, Rule of thirds, MQ2

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