Tonight there is an empty room.

Tonight there' s an empty room.There are two windows. Mustard air saddles the blinds. Walls look like newspapers sat out in the sun. A small shaving mirror hangs above the silhouette of the sink previous owners ripped out. There is nothing in the mirror. Look for yourself. There are no photographs. No stories. No music here. If you can imagine nothing - it looks like the back of someone's neck.  You leave the room and step out into vast yard behind the house. The grass is long, Should mow Thursday, You think.  Storm clouds shawl the sun and you have to squint trying to make out the difference between where the storm clouds start and the sun ends.