Poem 110, day 115: Block of Halls

Block of Halls

 

Opposite lies a building full of rooms.

Full for nine months a year,

Almost empty the other three.

 

Those nine months they gather,

Strangers at first but soon enough

To share words, glances, bodies.

 

Then they leave, and the curtains

Left behind grow stiff 

From lack of touch.

 

~Sian L. James