Room by room, the path is lit with the moments in the moment, the present.
the neighbor is away.
A waterfall of words flow through me from the depth of the limitless ceiling,
There is no ceiling, the neighbor is in the ether.
And all of the memories and pictures of you are fading off the walls. Memories of hopeful wishing of a future unknown of wishes unfulfilled. The neighbor is here.
Walls begin to crumble, windows unhinged, doors open. No description holds, there is everything but then none. I am calling the neighbor.
And then I only find me, not a man, not a teacher, not a husband, not a father, not a lover, not betrayed, not betraying. Simply the pure me. No memories of the past, no planning the future, no pain but the feeling of one-ness. I am the neighbor.
