I am (eschewing this room)

By | 1 February 2019

the pane is cold to touch as I lean
searching the garden with starved eyes

are you in the vegetable patch
or among the rhododendrons?

breathing life into them.

can a garden feel lost?
neglected? alone? betrayed?

& this kitchen / the disorder
of the refrigerator hidden behind white facade

the smells of you / uncooked food
the unmade mess

is that the ghost of you in the corner
(staring out in windowless pain)?

I can’t bring myself to leave this doorway
& empty the dishwasher

packed with your hands.

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