The Wait

close the door

wait for a

                  ….    sound

away from the hideous hiss of the city

no ripple came close to disturbing

the tiny hairs in the tonal tunnel

of his inner-canal

can you appreciate

the loneliness

exposed to us

by those

that left 
us behind?

I grieved at their

funerals

but knew no names.

All the same

mutter goodbye

wipe a tear

from your eye

speak your last

for no one

to hear.

you will miss them,

              in the end.   

V