PAST DUE

Sometimes,

sometimes

no one is home

on the inside  of me

where my voice

has no return

from the words

released

 

the inside shadow

finds no shadow

 

the echo of a name

a voice

I always thought

responded back

from a corner I knew

by comfort

 

where my eyes

knew every blemish

 

this was a home I

felt close to

where my voice

spoke back to

me


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