Dust on the mirror distorts my face
Yellow sun slithers across the floor
Long since have I been to this place
I will come here no more
Sheets cover the furniture
Dried brown roses resist gravity
A petal here and there
The facet in the sink is dripping
No concern have I anymore
You cleaned the kitchen spotless
Thinking I might come by
That was snowy months ago
Now rain beats on the panes
I always wanted shutters
I thought you felt the same
Our love making was stale at the start
It finished with lots of blame
We seemed so compatible
Please don't ask me why
I spy my old umbrella
Leaning against a chair
I pick it up and turn around
Shrugging at this mundane affair
I put the key in the mailbox
A weight lifts off my brain
In another month, my dear
I won't remember your name