Slow Death

He first began to notice it
When letters arrived in the mail
Addressed to someone else

And when people kept calling
To ask for a total stranger
Whom he’d never heard of

Then he discovered his key
No longer opened his door
Leaving him locked outside

So he lingered in a café
Where the waitress passed by
As if his table was empty

But he finally knew why
When he looked into a mirror
And saw a vacant room

Wondering if he could
Learn to forget the world
The way it forgot him

Richard Schnap is a poet, songwriter and collagist living in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania. His poems have most recently appeared locally, nationally and overseas in a variety of print and online publications.

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