"And so it goes"

Body soft, she waits.

Feeling only external in the waiting room.  Small wrists.  Busy brain.

Did black patent leather shoes sit in a similar room, 
feeling similar things 50 some odd years ago?

I think so.

The hallway doesn’t end.  I see trash all over the floor but as I approach, 
I find it’s not trash at all, but the pattern of a floor.  
Too many doors.  All walls empty.

The irony that there is a graveyard across the street is not lost on me.

Not lost on me. 

Lost me. 

2012