exit wrong floor



like that,



was gone.

days went on

for weeks,

months passed,

years disappeared;

he died in his sleep

dreaming about her.

he should’ve said

something on

that elevator

instead of watching

her get off on a

different level.

doors closed.

the doors closed,

but never the memory.


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Recently moved back to the States after living 16 months in Vietnam. I write to remove the thoughts trapped in the cobwebs of my psyche before the spider envelopes me whole.

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