Rooms duplicate
Sleeves gathering
Untouched dust
The midday coat
Is stranger at dusk
Buttons grasp at
Ticking hours
Time keeps no form
But fabric does
I was here
Between hours
Nothing ended
Nothing ours
Glass wore silhouettes
Passing quietly
Fabric yielded
Body didn't
Unthreaded, seamless
Still remaining
I was here
Between hours
Nothing ended
Nothing ours