Late into the night he walked
and could not stop compelled
stumbling but still he walked
hallway bedroom unobserved
noticing tobacco wool soap
kitchen hints of bitter walking
his glass carelessly held
his narrow smile greeting changes
he sensed even the silent walls
like attenuated laughter voices
raised in disarray long after
the truth of it of mind and home
dawned how can they not
know we can hear everything
© 2020 by Hannah Six
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