Cold Days

You called today on one of your 'Official Visits' to our home the place where tempers had been silenced and where passions had been fully spent. I kissed the lipstick traces on your cup when you had gone. Throughout your stay I wanted just to hold you, to tell you that despite all, my hatred was in check you came to ask when I would surrender our home to you when I just wanted you to say that I should stay. Each time I closed the door the clock would taunt me so soon the chance of such simple actions would be gone. I walked into our garden, said goodbye to all our plants I would not see them bloom again this Spring. I will leave my stain on all things here to linger on when I am gone. By chance should your tears ever drench your pillows just know they are still soaking wet from mine. For I will soon knock upon my own front door to enter as a guest, this place now vacuumed of my memory this special place within my heart where I once roamed freely, naked in the night.