I lurk among the abandoned things,
Tip toeing across these dimly lit halls,
Tiles cold on soft, tired feet
Pass by me in the halls
Half truths. (Half true?)
Understandable gibberish. (mostly misconstrued?)
Question marks. (of some sort?)
Placed where? they do not belong
Periods? Scattered in ellipsis
Never? arrive when called upon
In bursts of silence,
Like sadness in our foundations.
Will someone crank up the car radio?
Noise in the background.