Those miniature lilac tea-candles
in the bathroom, on the john
are symbols of the teardrops
from the bathtub, they burned on.
And that spray of ivy hanging
from the candelabra on the wall
with pictures of dark oak leaves-
reflect you, & to me call.
Our Christmas tree is down now
with the tinsel, and the balls–
lies naked by the hall door;
our celebration, it recalls.
My coffee maker sleeping
all cold, and empty too,
but still is full of coffee-grounds;
the morning roused with you.
When I lay down and try to sleep
in our cushy queen-size bed,
the smell of you incensed the sheets;
Your essence fills my head.
The dream of us concluded
when you left that squalling day,
the streets were thick and icy~~~
If only you had stayed