no one in the corner

[myveryown_nemesis]

no one in the corner

I turn from the corner where your ghost stands
as the shivers march down my spine.

There is a word for this.

I struggle to peer through the yellowed window;
I search for something that might not be real.

A cloak of silence drapes your chair,
though no one nestles within the Queen Anne wings.

An immaculate ash-stand poses by your chair,
though no one smokes pipes with a lingering balm of cherry

Sunlight filters through the yellowed window,
unable to illuminate the austere ruins
of what had been our home.

I have the solitude I desired,
hesitant with my comfort.
 
You have not left me hollow.


2025.05.10/2004