I am sleeping in another room tonight,
Not in some distant city,
Not in the hull of a sunset bound ship,
and Not in the apartment of an old friend.

No, in fact it is right next to my usual room,
the two sharing a wall like plastered Siamese twins,
but for one night I mean to escape,
so I shut the door and let the hungry shades of the past
throw themselves around the empty walls,
with no head to fill.


Photo by Cveleglg at sr.wikipedia [Public domain], from Wikimedia Commons.