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 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
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.
blankets of dust,
mistaken morning glories.
You should be seated in this room
and I should be the voice behind the one you knew.