Sunday, June 12, 2011

A Poem - Dripping Goodbye

I left the house like aliens took me
what a mess, papers, notes,
half eaten poems
dirty dishes, wine bottles..
and an unmade bed
the shape of her there still
the peaks and troughs of passion 
clear to me in the disarray
echoes of her cries pasted on my wall
the warmth of her body hanging there
in the ice of my mind..
dripping goodbye