Suffice to say
that if you came back,
I would throw open my arms
and dance, love,
because it's easier
than falling prostrate
on an unswept floor.
The door remains unlocked
in case you try
to come back home
but have forgotten your key.
There's one beneath the mat:
back left corner.
Although it's possible
that you've forgotten by now,
so I sleep easier
leaving it open.
If someone should enter,
I have nothing to steal.
Some things have changed:
The cat has run away
and I've learned
to find strength
in solitude.
But I still wear
that blue dress
that you always loved,
and I like to pretend
I can still make out your scent
among the cotton fibers
as they rub together
when I dance to a familiar song.
And I do still dance.
Once you return
we can re-lock the gate.
The neighborhood's not safe
like it used to be.
Sep 4, 2011
Sep 4, 2011 at 8:19 PM UTC
Suffice to say
that if you came back,
I would throw open my arms
and dance, love,
because it's easier
than falling prostrate
on an unswept floor.
The door remains unlocked
in case you try
to come back home
but have forgotten your key.
There's one beneath the mat:
back left corner.
Although it's possible
that you've forgotten by now,
so I sleep easier
leaving it open.
If someone should enter,
I have nothing to steal.
Some things have changed:
The cat has run away
and I've learned
to find strength
in solitude.
But I still wear
that blue dress
that you always loved,
and I like to pretend
I can still make out your scent
among the cotton fibers
as they rub together
when I dance to a familiar song.
And I do still dance.
Once you return
we can re-lock the gate.
The neighborhood's not safe
like it used to be.
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