Two hundred steps down the street
I wave hello to the neighbor
Five steps up the stairs
The familiar creak of the door greets me
I turn around and set my newspaper down
In the same place as always
My oven goes off right on time
The supper is well done and warm as always
I sit down and eat my meal
The news is on, not one minute too early
I watch my show
Drinking coffee from an everyday mug
I walk to bed
Turn on the light
And fall asleep
It wasn't two hundred steps today
The neighbor wasn't there
The steps were broke
My newspaper is a day late
The door is not squeaky
Supper is burning in the oven
My television is out
The coffee machine is broken
My bed seems to be missing
The lights will not turn off
And the clocks seems to keep ringing in my head
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Fade
PoetryWe're all just fading away... drifting apart... never to see each other as a whole...