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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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May 20, 2010
May 20, 2010 at 5:41 PM UTC
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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
Written in 2003
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May 20, 2010
May 20, 2010 at 5:41 PM UTC
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