A heavy, fuzzy jacket weighs me down
While I’m alone
By myself, the noises of the others
In the hall, passing squeaks of sound
Like a house settling, the air is running
The light, its back to me
Ignoring me, so quietly
I’m early, tired, and wondering
If I’ve come to the right room.
©1.10.17 ebn
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