.

That clock is not working, as always,

A paper pasted on its face

The same faces litter the library

The same voices call out in place.

 

I too go about my business as usual

Hammering at the keyboard

Downing coffee and conversation

And forget that you are dead.

 

Except now and then a shadow falls

Someones passes and I look up on cue

For from the corner of my eye

I cannot help but think it’s you.