creaking

I was panicked,
and she was stagnant;
then one day,
she packed it all up,
told me once again
to shut up, and
she left;
and I sat, and
longed for some trigger
to pull,
but there was only silence,
sliced
by heavy footsteps
on hardwood floors,
as hundreds of windows
closed,
simultaneously
with hundreds of doors,
creaking.



October 30, 2009.

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