in a spot not so different
thoughts
and memories
right here
doesn't matter
who sat
across the table then
no one does
now
as night
creeps away
from a
thinker too much
on the mind
studder
step to the
door
it's closed
and there's no sign
that help
is on the way
off the
point which was emptiness
in a spot
so familiar
should have
made it a point
to make
more friends
they were
here once
the tables
had to be pushed together
to make
them bigger
had to wait
your turn to speak
so much to
hear and how much went unsaid
doesn't
matter who filled the void then
it exists
now and a choice
sacrifice
for the craft
not
necessarily helping it along
in fact in
someways impeding a flow
of new
ideas and concepts...
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