A window.

The sky is filled in
frothy cloud.
But so much clearer the empty sky.

I remember the days
when words were personal cancers
and this old building smelled
of sex and cigarettes.
Everyday meant a knock.

Silence makes the heart grow
fonder, not
absence.

2 comments

  1. krkbaker · January 18, 2007

    Ben, this is awesome.
    Awesome, Awesome, Awesome.

  2. zaphodfreek · January 18, 2007

    🙂
    Thank you.
    It’s about a real room, part of it.
    It’s about a real feeling, part of it.

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