The coffee stain
would not come off
the wall, dear, when i scrubbed
it only the peeling wallpaper
came off in my hand.
It flaked down like
snow onto our rug.
Do you remember, darling,
when we bought that rug,
it was an old place
in Clapham with
threadbare
walls and the old man smoking
a pipe asked if we were together.
We didn't know what to tell him,
babe, but when you asked me
the other day
where I had put the
lost keys I thought of us.
They have been lost
a few years now,
We lost the keys somewhere
incomprehensible
and I cannot get in.
The coffee stain will not
come off the wall, dear.
Not sure about this poem but was trying to convey relationships that have got lost somewhere.
