November 22, 2013

Open House

On our way home,
we wandered
into the house 
next door, the one
with the open sign.

I felt as though
I'd been there before,
it was so close in kind,
though the windows
had all but disappeared,
and the rooms
weren't quite like mine.

We could see one another
only in mirrors. Still, 
we decided to stay,
each finding a bed
made up in his name,
so perfect 
in every way.