Our Abode

 

Large wooden door stared at me,

The brown floor, the yellow walls, I wanted to flee.

 

Giggles, whispers and the moans,

Reminded of the time alone.

 

Entered the room I heard them louder,

Saw the mirror where we stood together.

 

All was cleaned and kept in place,

But the one thing I couldn’t face.

 

It was our bed still undone,

The creases reminded of carnal fun!

 

At times subtle or passionate,

It was love incarnate.

 

A glance at the pillow made me smile,

Tell myself it was worthwhile.

 

The bed then screamed your absence,

Locking the room, I left in your remembrance.