24 Jul 2017

Vacancy




There is a neon sign
Always lit
V A C A N C Y

The joined up letters flicker
At the far end of a dark alleyway
Tucked aside from main street

But always there
Like a scratch in the back of your throat
And a quiet buzzing

It is a room
A space
A hole in the ground that will never be filled

You used to live there
From time to time
You would come and go and go again

And now though I seem to rarely think of you
Even in sleep
It will stay lit always

Just
In
Case.