did I live in that place?
was there a time when we were joined?
in that photo in my mind
you are caught in motion
you, straining towards me,
arms outstretched,
a cypress, leaning,
waiting
did my heart ever throb
to the staircase of your laugh?
in that place we have abandoned
our children never hear
the sound of their laughter
echo up the hall
their feet never tamp
the grass down in that garden
we had planned,
where now the lilies lie,
lush in some places,
stark in others
no-one lives here now,
in this place, overrun
with hospital smells of Dettol
and creaking floorboards
“I’m sorry to have come here,”
I tell my lagging shadow
the broken sky
lets go and finally cries
down on this
long-abandoned place
Bonaventure Saptel
Jun 19, 2014
Jun 19, 2014 at 11:35 AM UTC
did I live in that place?
was there a time when we were joined?
in that photo in my mind
you are caught in motion
you, straining towards me,
arms outstretched,
a cypress, leaning,
waiting
did my heart ever throb
to the staircase of your laugh?
in that place we have abandoned
our children never hear
the sound of their laughter
echo up the hall
their feet never tamp
the grass down in that garden
we had planned,
where now the lilies lie,
lush in some places,
stark in others
no-one lives here now,
in this place, overrun
with hospital smells of Dettol
and creaking floorboards
“I’m sorry to have come here,”
I tell my lagging shadow
the broken sky
lets go and finally cries
down on this
long-abandoned place
Bonaventure Saptel
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