Here, once again. It’s been a month
I turned the key, pushed the door
The air inside turned to silence
In this house of joy, house of pain
Sofas pushed tightly back to back
Clothes & sheets scattered across the room
Stacks of papers and files on the floor
An unopened pile of letters waiting on the desk
Standing lamps all on and dazzling
So made the silence still louder
The kitchen dishes upended in the sink
The tidy spices still neat on the shelf
My bed and just an empty wardrobe
Left me for a moment hanging in the air
I lay on the bed weary for a sleep
And pulled the soft duvet over me
I wrapped my arms around my heart
And closed my eyes to dream
That I might then awake to find you here
To make our house of pain a house of joy again
© Christopher
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