by Mindy Phillips Lawrence
If I walk
down the hallway,
The path leading to your room,
The same way you walked when you were here,
I will see the remnants of your life,
Ashtray at the ready for your habit,
Bedclothes jostled as if you just left.
I will step
over boots and shirts and other things
That speak your name without speaking.
As the light goes on and I hear the fanís slow hum,
I will not expect to see you there,
Although I feel your presence.
You packed your bag, then you were gone.
I held the
door for you
And watched you as you walked across the street.
You went one way, I the other.
I didnít have the strength to see you go.
But I have the strength to wait for your return.
Funny how I know you will come home.
I went down
the hall this morning.
I rearranged your bed and straightened your clothing.
The ashtrays are empty and cleaned for your next draw.
The fan is off. No use to run it when you cannot hear its song.
I have the door unlocked
In case you come home while Iím sleeping.
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