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[ahpookishere]

One of those five-minute poems, for missing people.

edward hopper reminds me of you
and also of death.

it doesn't surprise me, since you're
both the same, these days -
a stranger, with very white
teeth, that waits at the other
side of a door without knocking.

(there is an envelope in his hand, and
inside there is a language that can be
read forwards and backwards, but
never both at once.)

edward hopper reminds me of you
and also of silence.

or, the absolute discretion of a
lonely face in an office building -
have the others gone or are you
awaiting their arrival?

are you the one missing

or are we?