not a word,
a peep, a whisper,
or a note
slid under
your bolted
door.
no graffiti
on the bridge,
no editorial
in the paper,
nothing to let
you know
where you stand,
whether to stay
or leave.
your life
is in limbo.
Monday, December 15, 2014
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