a pack of capris
a cell phone
and a bunch of keys in my hand
a black shawl that covers me in the chill of the night
am stripped of my identity beyond all possession

the keys take me through the glass door to an elevator
technology allows me convenience from a flight of stairs
a walk down an empty corridor
and the search for the right key again

i walk in to an apartment smelling of spice and curry
i inhale nostalgia
i breathe music that is poetic beyond life

emptiness within is independent of turmoil in surroundings
hollowness inside is devoid of external solace
i am without escape or excuse