The Epilogue Entries – No.20

SHADES

∴

the shades have been drawn
yea, even unto myself,
that we may sleep
and keep still
the motion
of forward thoughts.

it is not the time.

so we strangers
fill the chambers
like ghosts
in a waiting room;

exchanging glances
and sorting through
empty seconds
like old photos of people we’ve never met,

precious
and gone
unknown.

∴