Wednesday, January 11, 2012

As Not Most Strangers

You knocked too loud

As not most strangers might

i opened the door

without peeking through the peep hole

and enter you did

sat… settled

on a chair i never offered

in a corner i never pointed

as not most strangers

i question your stay

you only say

“when doors open, you enter.

you stay when you like it,

find a home sometime in it.

then leave as a stranger might

but be remembered as not

most strangers.”


6:33 pm

an empty afternoon with you vanished once more

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