He arrived early,
and no one was home.
The door was unlocked
so he walked in, thinking
this will be a nice
time to be alone.
The floor was cold,
chilling his body
through his stocking
feet. Shoes weren't
allowed in this
sacred space.
A nice caretaker
came in and turned
the light on, not
knowing the dim
light from the windows
was perfect for his PDA.
He thanked him, and
before he knew it,
others came in, crushing his
moment of solitude
but providing good fodder
for this picture poem.
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