an empty lobby... behind the counter,
no one waits
empty chairs gathered around
just taking up space
paper walls cracked with time
and stained with age
so this is home...
an outline
where the calendar used to hang
the clock
stuck at three
and the sun hasn't shone for days
behind the counter
in another room
a man breathing
like the air will leave him soon
hey, mister
i'm looking for somebody...
i was hoping you could help me...
the man gets off his seat
and as he shifts
without a sound,
the old chair squeaks
he finds his balance
and makes his way to me...
in his hand
a walking cane
across his heart
a darkened stain
the fear and tears he bares
he bares the pain
you could see it in his eyes
the eyes that don't see past time
one foot in front of the other
one step, and then another
walking backwards
backwards in time
he takes his
and time takes him
he reaches the counter
and looks me in the eye...
he speaks his words
like a sweet soft song
he speaks with a half-smile
to hide all that's wrong:
up the stairs,
the second floor
on the right,
the second door...
he listens...
as i make my way to where he led
he listens...
painting a picture in his head
he listens...
to all that's dead
up the stairs,
the second floor
on the right,
the second door
deeper...
the heat draped in the sky,
the stars still in the night
deeper...
deeper into gray,
deeper and further away
the curtains
on the window down the hall
open, just to let the dust in
then let it fall
gathering with time
like missing pieces to a plan
never to see the same place again
from where they first began
the walls like jagged stone
edges chipped away
discolored with the tint
of never seeing day
and yet,
the night still fades
deeper...
calling up from the bottom,
up from the first floor,
an old voice in heavy gasps:
she checked out
some time before
and so i stand...
a stranger at the second door
back against the wall
the ground weightless beneath my feet
my head buried in my hands
listening...
...a beat
between the cracks and gaps
falling to the ground
falling...
without a sound
May 20, 2010
May 20, 2010 at 5:41 PM UTC
an empty lobby... behind the counter,
no one waits
empty chairs gathered around
just taking up space
paper walls cracked with time
and stained with age
so this is home...
an outline
where the calendar used to hang
the clock
stuck at three
and the sun hasn't shone for days
behind the counter
in another room
a man breathing
like the air will leave him soon
hey, mister
i'm looking for somebody...
i was hoping you could help me...
the man gets off his seat
and as he shifts
without a sound,
the old chair squeaks
he finds his balance
and makes his way to me...
in his hand
a walking cane
across his heart
a darkened stain
the fear and tears he bares
he bares the pain
you could see it in his eyes
the eyes that don't see past time
one foot in front of the other
one step, and then another
walking backwards
backwards in time
he takes his
and time takes him
he reaches the counter
and looks me in the eye...
he speaks his words
like a sweet soft song
he speaks with a half-smile
to hide all that's wrong:
up the stairs,
the second floor
on the right,
the second door...
he listens...
as i make my way to where he led
he listens...
painting a picture in his head
he listens...
to all that's dead
up the stairs,
the second floor
on the right,
the second door
deeper...
the heat draped in the sky,
the stars still in the night
deeper...
deeper into gray,
deeper and further away
the curtains
on the window down the hall
open, just to let the dust in
then let it fall
gathering with time
like missing pieces to a plan
never to see the same place again
from where they first began
the walls like jagged stone
edges chipped away
discolored with the tint
of never seeing day
and yet,
the night still fades
deeper...
calling up from the bottom,
up from the first floor,
an old voice in heavy gasps:
she checked out
some time before
and so i stand...
a stranger at the second door
back against the wall
the ground weightless beneath my feet
my head buried in my hands
listening...
...a beat
between the cracks and gaps
falling to the ground
falling...
without a sound
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