Intermission
Intermission
She walks through
Her front door, for the last time
He rearranges the
Living room furniture
A bus pass smooth
In her hand, tightly gripped
The sun on the skin of a
Body unattached
Evening twilight seeps
In through window panes
Quiet, still, full of empty
A bitter sweetness in the air
Last Updated (Sunday, 28 February 2010 15:37)


