I woke up with a stranger’s memories in my mind
I saw from the way his eyes had looked at his own fraile life
that he was of no faith
and of no nobility
but just another one of us
who got lost along the way

probably had misplaced his keys or trust
and ended up someplace far away
leaving nothing but an open door
to his empty home
letting it all be carried away
by people like him
who hides from day

in I went and wandered for hours
sliding my finger along walls
and their stain-lines
catching flying thoughts
with my mouth agape in wonder
and swallowed them whole
even the ones
he had never bothered to groom

I left the building
that now stands empty and alone
going through the stories in my head
hoping that whoever had left them
would choose to create some to call his own

KH