Roger Singer

Voices in the

hallway

soft like parchment

falling to the floor

 

muffled words pressing

against morning air

as shadows cross

over cracked

plaster walls

 

there was an intentional

restraint of voices

creating a curious drama

for those listening behind

closed doors

 

it sounded like promises

were presented

to return

 

sighs of desire

and pauses suggested

the magic of last night

and the dreams of

the evening to come

 

or maybe not