November 19, 2015

Finding


You have moved on
from the house
we once knew,
with its big blue eyes,
closed-up doors,
stopping intruders like me
from coming and going.
Its rooms provide
a new definition of empty,
my footfalls sounding
in the basement below,
as I wander the bedrooms
way upstairs, looking
for some tangible token
you might have left behind
in your rush to get me
out of your mind.
Any old bone
would surely do,
I still wonder whatever
happened to you.