There she was,
Sitting in the same chair
Behind the same table
In the same room.
But this time
It felt different.

So she stood up
And looked around her…
But when she saw nothing new,
Nothing different,
She sat, uneasily.
And it felt different again.

Her eyes were wide;
Her ears were alert,
Though they had not moved.

There was no sound.

Not even the sound
Of her, living.

No breath…
No feeling of air inside her…
Of blood flowing.

No life inside of her.
No life inside the room.

That same room…
Empty at last.

07/06/2001

Posted on 10/06/2001
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