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A LONELY HOUSE AM I
A LONELY HOUSE AM I
I wait for you like a lonely house,
My windows ache for you to look inside;
My dormers are ears to listen to what
The night imprisoned as sealed in loneliness
My head is like a roof waiting for leaves of rain
Where familiar trees drop each leaf as a long
Ago memory to pelt the open sore of hope
Devoured by your absence leaving me unassuaged
Out of taciturnity the ceilings with their adamantine
Joists listen to creaks and adjustments made since
You left; they hold up far better than I do.
I needed your light not the electrical current of
House wiring but from the soft ambient glow
You radiated unto the perimeters of all the walls.
