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