February 24, 2017


No one told me 

it was time for a change.

I never knew

lovers outgrow

one another,

that I would awaken

in a room

by myself.

I can tell

you were here,

the bed still sweet

with your aftertaste,

empty furniture

depressed with longing.

I don't know

why you're gone,

running my hand over

the flat field 

we once ploughed,

so undisturbed

and fallow, now.