Vacancy Notice

A door on the wall with a sign—
It opened to nothing but shine.
No room behind it,
No way you could win it,
Just void and a ribbon of line.

The vacancy noticed your stare—
And withdrew from the room to the air.
You spoke just once more,
It vanished through the door,
And nobody found it elsewhere.

Someone hung up the notice in glass—
To immortalize what would pass.
The frame sat alone,
The notice had flown,
And left not a shadow of class.

When asked for what used to be there,
It answered with nothing but air.
The server replied,
“That door opened wide,
But emptiness waits—please don’t care.”

For each witness who spoke the name,
It retreated one step just the same.
First one acknowledgment—gone.
The second moved on,
And the third saw it vanish like flame.

The empty room never knew why
Its vacancy caught the eye.
Each 410 response
Held nothing but wants,
And a door that had nowhere to fly.

It withdrew so far through the stone,
That nobody found it back home.
The archive grew strange,
The boundaries would range,
And permanence turned into foam.

Nobody knows where it went—
The vacancy left no event.
Just a notice that stayed
Where nothing was made,
And absence became the content.