The revolving door spins, quickly.
People arrive, people depart
I, the watcher, merely observe.
So it was, until recently.
Now, I leave, unnoticeably
Striding through the twisting exit
Whispers of the past echoing.
Calls of the future bellowing.
Farewell, overwhelming clusters
Good morning, solitude and self.
1 comment:
"Whispers of the past echoing. Calls of the future bellowing." Love this!
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