If Only

11 May
Miniature lilac tea-candles
in the bathroom, on the john
are symbols of the teardrops
from the bathtub, they burned on.
And that spray of ivy hanging
from the candelabra on the wall
with pictures of dark-brown oak leaves-
reflect you, & to me call.

Our Christmas tree is stripped now
without the tinsel and the balls--
lies naked by the hall door;
mistletoe-kisses, it recalls.

The coffee maker sleeping
all cold, and empty too,
but still is full of coffee-grounds;
my morning roused with you.

When I sprawl out and try to sleep
on our pleasant queen-sized bed,
the smell of you potpourris the sheets;
Your absence fills my head.

Our dream was cruelly shortened
when you left that squalling day,
the streets were thick and icy~~~
If only you had stayed.
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Posted by on May 11, 2021 in Poetry


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