not a man cave by any
stretch,
not a bachelor pad either.
it's just blues
and black, greys.
white.
no clutter,
no fancy vase.
no flowers about, no
excess,
no trinkets or sentimental
items
of bad taste.
no cliches.
so when she threw a pink
table cloth
across the dining room
table, i knew
it would never last,
and i counted the days.
No comments:
Post a Comment