Merely

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Forgotten windows and doors.

Rotten Wood

and

Rusty keyholes.

Spider webs and creepy crawlies underfoot.

Dare I peek behind the vined curtain?

Afraid to see who is watching me;

My legs shaking and betray my steady hand.

Hearing the echoes of heartbeats as I stand

Still and hold my breath.

Has time been forgotten

Here

Or is it merely waiting motionless

In the veil of between

Aching and remembering touch?

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