Tag: sign

He couldn’t see where he was going.
No one knew how old he was.
He’d done a good job.
Few people on the street. No traffic.
He couldn’t go back to that house.
He paused, remembering the early morning quiet of the street.
Not too much light in the place.
Do you live around here?
Is it that they speak in unknown tongues?
The signs tell the story of the change.
Streets like the one she lived on were no accident.
He was going to stand there until he got good and ready to go.
How was the crowd tonight?
Then she saw the sign and she forgot about the pain.
Just walk right in the door. It’s always open.
She started choosing her words carefully.
It all finishes here.
His bewilderment turned to alarm.
Age and money had alienated him from that relationship.
Because thoughts were real.
Perhaps that was why the universe was expanding.
Why, I don’t know what you mean.
The missingness of the missing.
So many stories of lost and found.
But you can’t reverse time, can you?
I don’t worry about any of that.
Don’t you trouble your head about it.
You don’t find anything wrong with that?
Isn’t it nice of you to say so?
Leave the door open when you go, please.
I’m not sure I’m entirely convinced.
I want to show you something.