I push open the creaking door

I have been here many times before

I tremble

And ease across the floor

The floorboards crack under my feet

As I lean against the wall I greet

This place whom I used to know

The table supports a cup of tea and

A newspaper from

Yesterday

Moving forwards I go back

In the hallway I notice the lack

Of you

The bed, still in its sheets,

Smiles.

It remembers me.

The knot of tangled ivy

The cursed trunk of the tree

Everything has stayed

And everything will flee

And on the bench where it was true

I stare at this carved out soul

Which is your home

Without you.