The
mechanical silence of the piano--
Standing
where you breathed and sang
And filled
the room with life and feeling,
Warm as the
sunlight in the leaves
That stained the
window yellow and green,
Strong as
the beating of my pulse. . . .
Dead space
where once someone I loved
Stood at the
window, then moved to touch me--
An empty
room, a strange place now,
The dusty
loft of a deserted church.
Outside the
window a car passes.
Pressing the
pavement, the tires hiss.
Outside is
another country
Where
strolling couples meet and kiss.
Trapped in a
mirror, my distorted face
Gasps
soundlessly, without air, without space.
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