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.
Copyright © Neil Marsden | Year Posted 2017
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