there is no where to escape
all exits are blocked
and i hold my hands
wishing on a star that i’m not acquainted with
not yet;
for an answer
the pedestal is so lonely
second; third is a ghost
and first, first is somewhere else
here and no crowd or medals
just a box with white chalk numbers.
no one would believe me;
with all these opened doors
they never checked the locks
no one remembered those nights wandering
smoke in the air – silence
no one remembers the phone calls they never got
dialed and hung up dialed and hung up dialed
just to hear an answering machine
to feel the chills down your spine-
no one talks about it.
so we just sit on a couch a ghost, the one who got away
and me, a silver medal
