Room four zero four

The title was missing.
but I didn’t care
there was
nothing to write of and
​I wasn’t there

​who saw me then
when men sleep?
did I dream of the widow as
I watched her weep
for the sons that had passed
or the dreams she would
​keep?

the title meant nothing anyway
it was a throwaway,
on a better
day
​I could have done more,
but
​this was not a better day
it was a day for saints to
​skate on thin ice and
​show off their talents.

© 2018, John Smallshaw.