At the hospital I saw a young man
walking with a woman down the hallway. She was
soft face and curly hair, quiet eyes;
he was tired and aged more
than usual. The two walls were guidance.
The two walls were direction
and the two walls were goal.
I thought they were in love
but maybe they just loved
each other, unspeaking, movement just
to the other door, just as far as you can
go. He pushed the IV stand slowly.
Those two walls were all.
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