My Distraction Caller
On the couch
the elevator doors open,
I can hear them through the flimsy wood.
Silence and the light tap on the door.
Looking up and then behind me out the window
I scurry to get some pants on;
I've been too lazy with myself
and too proactive with my occupation
that I look the poor but promising wanderer part.
The light tap again
and I pause.
I just wanted to be alone tonight
but what are friends for
but to keep you company
and your mind off things.
We'll play the games
and bitch the bitch
and laugh about the things
about the people closest to us.
And when you're gone
I'll go back to my spot
look out the window
and then continue my search again.
-Matthew Koutzun
2 comments:
That's the problem with guests; they have to leave eventually. I hope you find someone who can stay with you always.
It's good to read your words again, old friend.
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