Lost Identity

by James Dooley
(Sydney, New South Wales, Australia)

Falling leaves tapping the door
there is no response.
Phones ringing on the sideboard
there is no answer.
Silence has swallowed the music
there is no movement.
The dancing has stopped
I am here.
there is no one inside
that may open the door
or answer the phone
I am simply no more.

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