Back at the beginning again -
An empty room, a window

The room -
Disordered
Forgotten

The window and beyond -
Reduced to a blur
Though the
Grime tinted patina
Of desperation

In this space
Simple gestures
Of light and shadow
Suspend the
Ghosts of memory

Yet even the light is jealous of their permanence -

See how it
Caresses them
With such a lovely way
Of violence?