He watches
Is he caught in the rain or blinded by the floodlights?
The neon wires burn his gaze, spelling out hotel
The wind cuts through his trench coat, encasing his body and mind in an icy glaze,
But his heart is at peace.
There’s no need to turn back now he thinks as he lies awake, the neon red lettering tearing through the sheer curtains and penetrating his mind yet again,
But he is safe now, and the neon cannot hurt him.
she takes the stairs,
her heels click clacking down the hardwood steps.
she turns the tarnished silver doorknob,
and the door creaks open.
before her sits a man.
I catch a glimpse.
from afar,
the shine of his silky hair in the golden sunlight
his expression unreadable,
as if he's pondering something he'd never tell a soul.
Kathy watched out her window as Samuel left his apartment,
spit his gum on the ground
and lit his cigarette.
the same as yesterday.
the same as every day.
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