Matrimony
You and I built empty things
empty sounds that drip, dripped
down bathroom sinks
Gone stale in damp mountains of towels
that sulked resentfully behind doors
I listened to the tick, tick of a soundless clock
that moved up and down
with our childrens' breath
Your 3 AM skin dark and warm in your nest
While I am inanimate like stone
You and I made empty things
that lived in corners, in dark, dark coffee stained surrender
And I never cease to wonder
How deep the cellar stairs went down
How deep, deep
and tender.
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