home?
i rang the bell,
rapping
cautiously
on the front door,
i cupped
my hand to the window,
to the darkened rooms.
they appeared empty,
cold.
no chairs, no pictures
on the walls.
between the familiar hedges
i pushed
around the still house,
to the gate,
to the back yard.
again,
not a sound.
i turned the knob
on the door, tightly
locked.
i looked under the mat
for a key.
nothing.
so it was true, after all.
i didn't live here
anymore.
No comments:
Post a Comment