Love's Home, Fallen Into Disrepair
Gray rosebuds, crumpled oak
lead to a littered path
your concrete domicile,
aged with painful years.
A caustic soul lies hidden
within the attic of my mind.
Dust-ridden and lost under
lovers past.
Enfold my hands in yours,
flesh and bone. Rock and
silt bind our fingers loosely–
dry dirt slipping away.
Like our love and our lives.
Steps and turns and passageways.
Closed doors and ripped floors.
I left you dying
you left me crying
Left me sorting out the pile
of memories in the foyer;
things I try to piece together
now that you’re gone.
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