The remembrance of loss
Caught me
In the empty hallway
I trawled through
The back catalogues
For a clue to the half light
That drifted over the bannister
Beside the bedroom
Where we first made love
Comforting
In its layers of bedding
It is where we go
When no one can see us
The memories crossed
It wasn’t you, it isn’t me
This is a poem from Vagaries:
Love of The Key to Room 149