Empty apartment,
\nWinter\u2019s cold creeping through the old windows.
\nShadows stain the white walls
\nlike phantom caricatures of demonic company.
\nAshtrays filled, scattered dishware,
\ndrinks unfinished with wet, half-consumed cigarettes floating in them.<\/p>\n
He threw his coat on and left through the front door.
\nThe hallway of the apartment was chilled, quiet.
\nWhen he stepped outside,
\nthe sidewalk was buried beneath a couple of inches of snow.
\nCrevices of footprints from earlier in the day could still be seen,
\nyet were disappearing beneath the new accumulation softly falling from the sky.
\nIs this what he raced home to find?
\nIs this what he left the celebration of his family for?<\/p>\n
The silent streets seemed hollow, ruinous,
\nas if a plague had suffocated the city.
\nTraffic lights on the boulevard
\nstill blinking through their color rotations
\nyet not a single car is on the road tonight.
\nIts Christmas Eve, most people have somewhere to be
\nand are settled in for the night.<\/p>\n
When the bars close at 1:00 am,
\nthe tramps will disperse, the sinners, the blasphemous,
\nThe black sheep and their junkie lovers.
\nShe couldn\u2019t wait for me?
\nThere\u2019s still a couple of hours left before the last call.
\nWhere is she?<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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