Red chair keeps vigil
in the theatre of dusk,
where white walls swallow
the last conversations of light.
Green cushions hold the memory
of weight, of presence—
geometry rehearsing solitude.
The day dissolves
into sharp-edged shadows,
leaving only the architecture
of waiting.
Here, in the afterglow,
furniture dreams
of the bodies it once knew.
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