Abandoned
and bare walls:
did you know
that we had gone?
What did you feel
that first long night alone?
A sigh at every window,
gray hands upon each knob.
And when strangers hurried on?
I drove them mad with groans,
made their fires all go out.
A wise approach. And now?
I�m as mad as anyone.
November 15, 2006
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