Needing a map

The philosophy and otherwise irrelevant ramblings of a struggling poet.

Thursday, June 19, 2003

Part of The Stephanie Series

Silence

I chased your ghost down the hall
To a room where you’ve never been
Stood there watching, waiting
Turning, and nothing
Nothing
Silence
Screamed your name to the open wind
Waited for the echo
Stood listening, hoping
Turning, and nothing
Nothing
Silence
Watched you break your heart in little
Pieces bit by bit
Screamed at you listening
Turning, and nothing
Nothing
Silence

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