September 2002
My neighbors in the next
building have moved out.
A man and a woman.
Their apartment was about the
same height as mine.
I could see their balcony
from the bathroom window.
I could hear her coughing in
the morning and
I could hear their phone
ringing.
They moved out in the night
and
left a huge pile of garbage
in the dumpster.
I never really met them,
and don’t even know what they
look like.
But somehow I miss them
and am sad that they are
gone.
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Wm Schaeffer
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