Untitled 2008
Old men whisper
While women brew tea
Hustle and bustle
Yet quiet and surreal
The sitting warm
With the smell of tea
A box by the window
A cover on the TV.
A flush of embarrassment
My teacher smiles at me
As I shuffle to my bedroom
Before rosary
Whispers and chants
No rest I find
As the drone proceeds
There’s a weight on my mind
Tears of confusion
Pain and fear
Cold to the touch
And no longer here
Quiet regret
Words never said
Love and respect
You didn’t know I had
Moments of joy
Fade into memory
People are uncomfortable
And don’t know what to say to me
It will be closed in the morning
Take one last look
Last time I’ll see you
It’s unfortunate but true
Navy suit and tie
Rosary beads in hand
Your face sits rigid
White were you used to be tanned
Tears of confusion
Pain and fear
Cold to the touch
And no longer here
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