Standby 

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.

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