or did he…

he’d spend hours lookin’ out his window in silence…no music…just quiet…listenin’ to trains rattle through town deep into the night…watchin’ cars roll through stop signs…talk to himself every once in awhile just to make a sound…slight whisper…a murmur…clear his throat…

say things like…,look at that one…, or…,what’s he doin’ up…,seein’ lights on across the alley….hearin’ a cat whine in the winter winds…shadows cast from streetlights on corners…a golden hue on the hood of a car…parked Buick that never moved…

woke up every night at this time…just past the late late show on the local yokel station…auto dealers stressin’ low financin’… just colors flyin’ through the air…mouths movin’…not a peep…had it on just to have it on…glance at it every once in a while…

wandered how he got so lonely…didn’t cry or stew ’bout it…just wandered…she took off with some insurance salesman…livin’ in some bedroom community outside of Phoenix…they play golf everday…rejoice in their leathered skin…he didn’t miss her…didn’t miss her one bit…

or did he…

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