The Old Theater

i used to be a passage
people would walk down me

to their seats / to join
their friends and family

then people walked out
without saying goodbye

what am i without my function?
now i’m an ex aisle

/ / /

This poem was written to the exile prompt at Poetic Asides for day twenty-five.

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