Kenopsia

Hollow hall and all

corridors unpeopled,

no hustle of noisy now,

locker doors swung open -

emptied in the race

to summer unlocked,

unleashed,

echoes remain in classrooms

of recent activity,

a chair left out, adrift,

a pencil lies collapsed

upon the floor,

books, lonely, will await,

graffiti speaks to no one

today, silent.

Image from pixabay.