Her walls are blank;
blue paint like skin
clinging to the bones,
naked and unwanted-

this place was once his temple
shelter from the winds,
and within there was warmth and light;
yes,
in youth these walls were vibrant.

But in the mean time, the moments
accumulate as he walks many roads;
unsteady paths that have left him
wary and wondering
when he returns,
what he might find;


a desk, a bed, and a single notebook
precious few pages to stave off the ghosts
that haunt this place;
blank walls that breathe slowly,
pockmarked and bruised,
but proudly wear each scar as
a testament to what they've been through;

A year untouched and unwanted, standing
silently in the rain waiting for her
long lost lover;

and when he returned, no better off than she was
she sheds a single tear for the year apart they wasted

but he was changed,
and the comforting embraced she expected as he walked through her door
was preempted as he mentioned that
she shouldn't get used to this again;

he is now the old lover crashing on her new couch
while he gets his life together,
and she lays awake in her bed, still as empty as ever.

He expects that he'll be gone again before she
has a chance to rediscover the flaws that
caused his first departure;

and he hopes that
next time
these walls will remember him fondly.

12/01/2008

Posted on 12/01/2008
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