it
bears all the signs of sharing...
yours,
mine, all our stuffs combined...
the
dresser and side tables,
in
the closet, and bookshelves, too.

the
walls are painted white.
somehow,
i see them now as dull gray...
my
side of the bed is warm and wrinkled,
while
yours is neat and cold.

the
glum atmosphere within
merges
with  my somber mood.
i
sigh, in need of fresh air, but
far
greater is my need for you to come back.

our
room cries for space...
yes,
it suffocates in silence...
but
in its crowdedness,
emptiness,
creeps through.....

(Published 1997)

Sally
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      Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan