Wednesday, November 3, 2010

A KNIGHT OF MOURNING


How strange it is to wake up with someone in your room.
How do you address this person?
I greet him like I have just returned from a long journey,
and ask about the weather. What have you been up to?
In which he'll smile and respond,
"It's a beautiful day today."

There is a room in the apartment where I live,
with no furniture,
that is always dark,
just the sliver of orange light along the floor,
coming from under the doors that are always closed.
Sometimes when I pass through this room,
I notice a dark figure through the lines of the shades,
staring back at me from the black.

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