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No One
The fan blades
cycle old air through the stale room,
cooling a person
who isn’t there.
A clock
screams out the time in green block letters,
shouting
at no one and nothing.
Two lamps
spread their light over a room,
illuminating objects
that have no one to look at them.
A phone,
Ringing on the bedside table
Asks to be answered
And is greeted with nothing
A car,
Three miles away,
Is wrapped around a telephone pole.
There was someone there this time.
cycle old air through the stale room,
cooling a person
who isn’t there.
A clock
screams out the time in green block letters,
shouting
at no one and nothing.
Two lamps
spread their light over a room,
illuminating objects
that have no one to look at them.
A phone,
Ringing on the bedside table
Asks to be answered
And is greeted with nothing
A car,
Three miles away,
Is wrapped around a telephone pole.
There was someone there this time.
Published 5th Mar 2012
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7th Jul 2012 11:25pm
I like how you tease us with the fact that someone is missing. Silly me, I was hoping that he or she was sneaking off for an afternoon tryst. Unfortunately I was right, the tryst was with Death. A reminder to do what you love and take risks (just not behind the wheel). Thanks for helping my mind wander ...
