tonywalt
08-29-2025, 12:31 PM
He moaned a little, now and then,
about the blinds, the light,
the hours laid end to end.
It drew the usual silence.
Advice came brisk: keep quiet,
Quiet men last longer,
complaints don’t travel well.
He learned the lesson.
Until the chair was empty.
One Monday, gone.
No message, no trail—
just the relief of absence.
The talk went thin:
he’d had enough,
or not enough—
no one could decide.
The clock resumed
its small rehearsals
of eternity.
about the blinds, the light,
the hours laid end to end.
It drew the usual silence.
Advice came brisk: keep quiet,
Quiet men last longer,
complaints don’t travel well.
He learned the lesson.
Until the chair was empty.
One Monday, gone.
No message, no trail—
just the relief of absence.
The talk went thin:
he’d had enough,
or not enough—
no one could decide.
The clock resumed
its small rehearsals
of eternity.