Old Pipe

Old man
old night
forget everyone
it's time to write.

Light the fire
light the pipe
rock
the rocking chair
again
to believe
that people still exist
and will knock
down your door
to show
they still care

that you're there.

But this
is only a dream
selfish beings
can never be tamed
can never understand
faceless words of silence
still spilling
through every text
they seem to roose.

Now
finally learn
that communication
deserves the words
forever...

Unused.