David Taylor

Rookie (3rd January 1956 / LONDON, UK)

Memory

Poem by David Taylor

I ring the doorbell;
seemingly no answer.

Rattle the letterbox;
still no movement.

Throw stones at the window
no, nothing stirred.

I'll try phoning;
I can hear the phone ring
echoing down an empty passage.

I call out as loud as I can;
only my own echo greets me.

And as I turn to leave,
giving up all hope and efforts;
I remember,
I am,
the one,
inside.


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Poem Submitted: Friday, June 20, 2008