He doesn’t remember
anything, he’s not looking
where he’s going, only
breathing and observing
time slipping
away, before the doors
open; an older women gets
into the hospital lift
with him, her face stony
and her eyes stare
to the distance; focused
on something close
like his yesterday
in the same lift seeing
nothing, he wants to
hold her and be held
by her but numbness
sets in counting down
the numbers
of the floors to his heart
as they fall
to ground zero.
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