HomelessI come home, hang my coat
next to the door and watch it fall.
No longer is the hook there.
I reach for the light switch;
at shoulder-height on the left side.
But it must be camoflauged
with the hideous, dust-covered wallpaper
that offends even unitarians.
I make my way past what once was
the kitchen where I cooked you breakfast each morning.
To the bedroom where we let all gods know
just how our love could change the axis of the earth.
But the bed was empty.
The room held such a chill air--
like winter left its soul behind.
And my tears were still
frozen in place upon the satin pillowcase.
I open my eyes and see that
the house has crumbled before me,
and I have no home in these ashes anymore.