Traces of Her
She’d leave this mattress and rest
now and again, but I’d never
witnessed it; always when I called
she was positioned
for a quick entry; on the bedside table
there’d be a box with a white tongue
hanging out alongside a fat
appointment book that had my name
on every leaf. I moved in as tenant
when she left for
the only thing I’ve changed
is the telephone number.
<Deleted User> (4281)
Mon 12th May 2008 08:07
Dai, Sounds like a lovely memory of someone dear to you. Mysterious though.
Thank you,
Zuzanna