A man opens his apartment door
And steps outside.
Before the door closes behind him
I catch a glimpse
Of a floor to ceiling bookcase.
His eyes meet mine
And he asks
What happened.
The red lights of the ambulance
Reflect off his glasses
As I tell him I don’t know.
We stand in silence for a few minutes,
Then he turns to open his door
And shuffles back inside.
To his bookcase
To his home
Without a word.
I can still see the red lights
Reflecting
In his glasses
Everyday.
We were standing
Side by side.
And yet,
Worlds parted us.
I give more
To strangers
Than I can
To family
We took flight
Where once there was only air.
To create something
From nothing,
Is the only reason
We’re here.
My shoes squeak
as I walk through the door.
Drops of rain fall to the floor
as I shrug off my coat.
My nose is red and running
from the cold.
I hear the creak of floor boards
As you come down to greet me.
And welcome me home.
I could walk out in the rain
Drive down that familiar road
Never to be seen again.
But how often do we think
Of the hours or days spent away?
At what a risk we all take
Each and every day.
We’re always gone and back again,
Until one day were only gone.
Never another again
Ever again.
I am only
A watcher of rain.
Sometimes I wish
I could become
The drops,
Forming puddles
That carry the moon
Within them.
Do not tell me
You do this out of love.
For I know I’ve never felt it,
But my heart knows
What it isn’t.
Remember when you told me
That’s not what you fought for?
You didn’t fight for the ones who thought
Like me.
But I’m here to tell you,
Freedom isn’t selective
Just because you fought for it.
Either we are all free
Or we are the fools who only claim to be.
Don’t trust a single person
With anything.
They will always fail
They will continue to never pull through.
Even something as simple
As bringing you a towel
As you lay out by the pool.
They will fail
And forget
They always do.
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