Monday, July 11, 2011

He stood there

an empty cup
beside the table lamp
sings the tune of
sorrow into the
boredom of the
silent room
something cries
but nothing moves
no words
like there was no
word of care
and yet
he stood there alone in the
dark room
staring at the wall
with a picture in a frame
and a wall filled with her name

he stood there
and years and years they passed
but no one picked that door
until his feelings dropped down
on the floor
and he waited there for eternity

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