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— 07 March
I look for words when the clock strikes four
and the whistling dogwalkers echo in the distance;
calling out to loved ones, they pierce the night
of a blue universe not yet turned black
by the fading sun.
I look for the shadows lengthening as I walk
from house to house staring in windows,
counting the smiles, the bruises, the lies,
the futures of neighbors I grew up with.
Mars rises slowly above me.
I look for the mud stains on carpet as the door closes
on my home. Shadows flickering in the grey dawn
I walk the stairs with heavy feet,
leaving red footprints turned black, grey, white,
in the morning light.
I walk past three doorways as the hallway fades
into shapes of yesterday; red race cars and blue gowns decay
as my fingers trace handles in the wood.
I sit and lean with my back on white and sigh
as the sun leaps out and lights my fight
with ghosts of you and our family, out of sight.
— Elzaro | I’ve lost much (27th February 2014)