To a love lost

tonight
the bed is empty.
pillow case replaced,
sheets are new
and the sprayed
smell of change is
fragrant
on the blanket. the
lights are low and the
moon hides its face
beneath the strips of
darkness of the evening.
the stars have been
scattered; sparkling sadly
waiting to die
in the vastness of
space.
the fireplace
burns the memories
of yesterday lost and
cursed. the books on
the table had been
finished; closed. and
the solitude of the moon
breezes through
the silent night
where no house is
empty and all doors closed.
the withered leaves
flutter
in the
tune
of the piano playing
distantly
where light has gone out
and the rivers stopped flowing
where the
leaves
letting go of the
bough
is sweet and
the light
Dimming inside
is sweeter while the clock ticks its life away


waiting.