Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

After you're gone
they'll draw the curtains,

lock all doors,
put away the booze

and wash the glasses,
stoke the fire,

shut up the books,
go to bed

in a rush
and whisper

about you
and what you said.

one would hope so. i like the minimal approach to this poem. it says it all without belaboring the point.

thank you, Constantine.