He Walked on Down the Hall

He Walked on Down the Hall

Pictures, like time frozen,
two members of Victoria
take sips from small, icy glasses.
Another
of the same two
hold hands in a field
ghostly
like the world were none
but made for two,
like a table set with
one candle
two plates.
There
in the musk of a
café past
a slow song
—
bellowing voice
barely electric guitar
nervous symbols
—
a soft insanity
of
ambiance
of
him who
dropped them gently
and
lost
them
in the
entangle-
ment
of her coarse
brown hair.
He who
walked on down the hall
alone.