without you, outside.

[p0llux]

it took 3 days after i went home
to sleep through the clattering of the train,
the cars churning by, the protest of the cats.

the key in the door, the movie dialogue -
turned to pitch and timbre through the wood of the door.

how strange these sounds had become that
i could not but start at each and
ask how i'd slept through them before.

i learn these cues to stand your opposite,
and nevermind the warning of the rails.