Removal

 

It was the last night with everything packed

most of the furniture had gone and the rest was stacked

Only the solitary piano remained in the room

and little else could be seen in the evening gloom

 

Nostalgia touched the strings of a reluctant heart

as our days of making love did here with passion start

Memories flooded from wiley crevices and corners

with a few boxes covered with dusty throw overs

 

I sat alone in a leather wing backed arm chair

as this room once filled with books was my lair

It had been my sanctuary a place of retreat

the piano stool had been my favourite seat

 

Tomorrow all would be taken away

and the dawn arriving to herald a brighter day

I had little or nothing at all to fear

as I knew that you would still be near