Tuesday, January 6, 2009

in search of lost time

Where The Days Go When They Are Done

lost in thought,
hanging from ceilings,
climbing up walls,
crawling across floorboards

in search of lost time,
i stumble upon a room within a room,
where the days go when they are done

there amidst the cobwebs of wasted hours,
a closet full of broken promises
along with things i meant to say to you

sincere apologies and whispered sweet nothings
weathered beyond all reason, encrusted in the silence of rust

so i sit still
lost in thought
in this room within a room,
in a rocking chair
carved from the hollow wood of regrets,
well aware but still wondering
where the days go when they are done

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