One ,TwoA Poem by N/A
A conversation on msn. Describing... 'tis nothing.
I can hear his boots on the stone
*Echoing off the tiles.
I can hear everything these days.
*in two seconds he will put his keys in the lock
*keys in lock.
*doesn't work,cos he hasn't quite figured my door
*and..then he figures out that I've buggered the lock
Or rather,that's what he thinks
*which is why he's now knocking at the door
*he tries again
*Now,he walks up the hall
*trips up on the cold computer
*and,now he's in the kitchen
checking on the knifes
*he counts them
*I hear them being slid in and out of the wooden container
*the swish of metal on metal on wood
*eighteen cos,they are replaced
*Now he walks out of the kitchen
*Down the hall towards my door
*Avoiding the teetering pile of doctor who DVDs
* knocking them down anyways
*his hand is on my door handle
*and,I hear him exert pressure
*the lock turns
*The pin inside..drops down
*and the door opens
*hinges long rusted
*and..now he's here
*watching me type this
*talking to me
*I can hear his breathing,his shifting of his feet in his shoes
*and the fidgeting of his hands in his pockets
*he's tensed up,just then
*He's put a hand on my shoulder
*Tries to ''connect''
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