There was a voice

In another room

Starch to the background of the one I knew

And it began again;

Someone better than I

More deserving

More than what I could be

It only lasts a short time, less than a minute.

I feel something worse than fear; a sentiment which lies not

in what we expect

only disappointment



and angry.

Frustration for the receiver

Too responsible to drown in sedation.

Another early morning after it ends

waking to a light mottled horizon.

I throw greetings into the empty streets!

They only drag and scrap the tarmac.

Exchanging hours for money

and returning home to meet an empty room.

Cold sheets,

blankets of dust,

mistaken morning glories.

You should be seated in this room

and I should be the voice behind the one you knew.