The
Waiting Room
I
They come
alone
Red
Green
Blue
Walk with
you
Talk till
your words
Dry up -
Then they
leave
Alone.
You get
up,
Bathe,
Fill up and
greet
Another
Transit passenger.
II
They
change trains,
I whisper
in the ears
Tales -
as they wait,
They
wait, to leave me.
In silent
dusk
I wander
with
pregnant hope,
I wait,
to be emptied yet again.
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