He'll Never Know
She spoke a conversation
outside his door
garbled communication
never heard exactly what was said
was it sarcasm?
he'll never know
She retires up the stairs
carting bags of Chinese take out
the smell of grease and ginger
still lingers in the hallway
turning stomachs
mug of cold green tea
another unfortunate suicide
a drowned house fly
he pours the remains
down the drain
turns back to his monitor
losing track of the time
mathiasthom
written 9/26/09
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