Vocal

At dusk

I become

Part of him

Quietly placing

Dishes in suitcases

Light yellow

Leather tones

Such a sense of grief

When you cover my eyes

And show me

The inside of your world

Fresh footed staircase

Spiraling sideways

Onto the longest corridor

Linear shadows

Of a once lived home

I am not indifferent

To your pain

I too

Have traveled

On this road