Leaned against the banister
to study your face.
Searched for the unrecognizable.
An image I could replace.
However you were familiar.
Eyes with hidden insecurities.
If words left little doubt,
The air strangled me with ardor.
A sense of defeat and frustration
exposed a shared strife.
The roads we traveled differed.
Our faces dented by the collisions of life.
Scuff marks sullied faded white walls.
Your hands trembled uncontrollably
from cigarette withdrawal.
I waited in vain
for a glimmer of redemption.
You met me halfway
but couldn’t hide your contemption.
Midway down the landing
our eyes met once.
More than our last terminal goodbye
at least you showed a conscience.
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