Footsteps in the hall
a light beneath the door
the smell of lilies
in my sleep
lingering warmth
upon the sheets

mail delivered
only to be marked
"Return to Sender"
with a personal note
on the back of the envelope

"I wish your letter
found them well
I suggest you
re postmark it
addressed to
Hell"

Tv programmes rerun
that are abysmal
the weather forecast
is for a little more drizzle

scented candles mask
given their arduous task
of completely obliterating
the scent of your skin

Ten thousand questions ask
Were I to be your last?
One word, no mistaking
*S I N