–Philip Seymour Hoffman d. 2014
Inside, the rooms are bare,
emptied when the last party-goer
left just after 2 a.m.
And like the complexes
that dot the city,
some rooms hold life
While others silently
occupy the space
of forever silenced dwellers
There is a vacancy where
you once resided.
It is furnished.
Tomorrow you will be
forgotten like the fresh faces
of the fallen boys of summer.
When your image appears
on screen, the children
will ask if I knew you
I will lie
and say, “No.”
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