all ways, always

Endless hallways 

Pacing facing closed 

Door

After door 

Cinematic scene

Absence of score 

Drift without wind 

Only stagnant air 

You were here 

You were there

Now you’re everywhere 

else 

Left without breadcrumb

No trail by which I’m guided

Confounded with guilt

Wilted by silence 

Fragrance musty 

Dust layer mudded

But I will not touch 

For I know what it is 

To go without 

What exists beyond

If I did turn the knob?

Would the listless air fill

With song 

Or with Clamour 

But the silence

The stillness

Leave me to mope 

Yearning and begging 

For the last of my hope

To return like you won’t 

To rise like you can’t 

But I’ll remember you 

All ways, always 

I can