The Room.

Your back is long and perfect
It moves away from me
Daily I watch you coming and going
First thing in the morning I watch you gather up your belongings, scattered.

I watch you gather up your face,
your body.
Watch you 'til another creature
walks about impatiently in your coat.

You contain all there need be of love,
All there need be of laughter,
jubilence, beauty.
And now, you leave the room,
Then everything changes, in a second nothing is the same.

The room looks the same,
Coffee's still hot
Phone still sings to me
But you've left.

The room is not the same.
The weight that you left overpowers.
Disempowered.
Watching, wanting your return.

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