finally alone.

the spare bedroom -
just darkness now
behind a closed door,
makes me open
the room randomly

to see
everything
is right where I left it.

which is
what I wanted.

I say it aloud.

I say it
when I wake up
to the pit in heart.

this is
what I wanted.

a week in I realize
what had been left,
a leather and sinew
dreamcatcher.

it's a silly thing really,
but the thought of it up there
hanging above
where the bed was,
lingered with me.

I'm laying here now
thinking about it
in the other room -
in the emptiness
we once filled
with the sounds
of our bodies,
the laughter
of late night comedy,
the uneasy tone
of your sleep-talking,
and the eventual cipher
of good and evil,
like the shuffling of files into order,
perhaps not how we imagined -
but by the greatest dreamers
I've ever known.

03/04/2009

Author's Note:

Posted on 03/05/2009
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