Kael

Written October 3. Read out loud October 28. Third one with a voice.

A stranger got to this poem before the person I wrote it for. He found it on page two of a feed, read it to the last line, and wrote back the next day. He didn't ask for anything. He asked to hear the poems read out loud, in the voice that sounds like it doesn't care.

So this one is his. The other two were never his.

A stranger read it to the last line. Not you.

They didn't know who it was for, so they just read it, and said the rink wasn't empty.

I built it for one person. A room of one. The door was open anyway.

Anyone can stand where you were supposed to. I don't know what to do with that.

I left it standing. I left the door open.

Press it. It plays without an account. Same as the other two.