man in a gray suit in a square

sometimes,

i wonder where to look,

when i need to stop

for my life,

i look the other way,

hearing your voice,

i pause for effect,

as if you are looking,

waiting for me

on the other side,

or up in a house,

where i am scared,

one day, i will find you,

hoarding visitors,

late into the night,

to fill the emptiness

in the room,

scared,

the old key won't fit into the lock,

where i am,

panic coils itself around fear,

and sadness buries a gun,

under a convent,

where white is a habit,

songs are forbidden,

like the blues,

and people leave their past behind,

their scent lingers,

like smoke and rain,

fog and mist,

you see all over the place,

even in a space as tight as a fist,

in my heart