time collapses in multiple ways
on the inside.
turning itself inside out and then
round and round and round it goes.
repeating the motion until the motion is lost
lying dormant on the floors
of empty spaces that are
never seen.

He leaves.
i leave.
me. (ME)
for just a short while

but the rain is paralyzing.
glass houses never hide the sight of rain
and so it pours.

others close their windows
but i close my curtains
one fell swoop and
i am consumed.

everything is quiet.
footsteps walk in opposite directions
and He plays music for those who
play with all the loneliness
that nobody notices

it goes round and round and round
repeating the motion until the motion is lost