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The floorboards creaked beneath his feet
As he moved slowly
Creeping almost like a cat
One foot before the other
In metronomic time
To a beat that sounded somewhere
In the past
In a town a million years
From where he was
A home too far ago to live
In any other memory
He walked
From room to room to
Dusty room
Gathering the waif-like days
Like breaths between the stones
To scatter free on the passing breeze
That reminded him of
Someone else
A fragrant fragment of another life
Another prayer
Another window
He looks out over the rooves and chimneys
That pepper the town with breaths
And fill the air with silence
That floats above the houses
Like a shroud
Like a pocket watch counting
Numbering each moment
As it drifts away towards the hills
Towards the sea
Towards the beat that still
Sounds somewhere
In the past
As he watches and wants
As the floorboards creak.
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