The air was tired,
stilled,
vacant -
devoid of nourishment -
missing life’s (tempting) fragrance -
not quite
satisfying.

Mood was
pleasantly familiar;
comforting
silent knell -
un-filled and
un-spectacular -
trickling into
each vacuous moments’
flatness.

He looked about the room,
saw no one
he had ever seen
before,
knew he was somehow misplaced
in the space between humanity’s
[Secret Realms].

Meanderings drifted
back to the words
on an unfocused page -
his words,
his hand -
with a deep dawning breath
(s)he
tried to remember
the lost thoughts.

Pulled from a deep pocket,
her watch read 7:15;
fourteen minutes
missing
(again).

She’d call the doctor tomorrow
if she didn’t (again)
(forget?).