Floors

 


Floors

Not long after I had arrived 

at work 

the news came in your silence

after my hello. 

She was gone. 

I rushed to meet you 

there by her side ~

gray lips,

ashy skin,

completely still, 

lifeless

As we waited in silence 

for the funeral home to come 

I wondered if all this world 

is a lobby 

where we wait for a room key 

from God 

in a judgment elevator 

that dings our faith 

takes us up 

or down 

opens to a certain floor 

of works


and which floor she was on. 

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