Abandon Home

Was it only yesterday

The sun rose red and gold

In the dark sweet shadows

Of our bedroom?

And now I would rather you said

Nothing at all

Than say I love you or miss you

On an automatic tune

From somewhere

In a backroom

Of your head

While I have fallen

Off your map

Into a hole in a heart

Gone dead

While over here in this empty house

I go through lonesome progressions

While I am possessed

By sad possessions

Wondering if one day

You might

Remember our morning amazement

When we rose red and gold

In the dark sweet shadows

Of our bedroom.

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© 2014 Randy Thornhorn