comes in
contact with so many
none of them
sticking around
don’t know what
he wants
can’t even
guess
rereading the
scribbling
of this man
getting
older with
every empty day
high in the
tower
nothing makes
sense
especially here
the clouds wrap
themselves
around the area
tight
unable to see
through the fog
created here on
another
empty night
probably out
somewhere in Boston
he is at home
hoping
for a full
recovery
just needing
something
to fill all
this empty space…
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