Sunday, July 28, 2013

ONE LAST TIME




'Don't forget to lock the back door....!'
Voice filling the plant-less built-on
Repeats as the key already turns.
She sits on the chair with arms, lit up.... small.
TV on....loud; game show, or other
Meant to soften the screaming space
Between her; four walls, squeezing;
And an armchair now emptied.
He's not coming back; the impact of that 
With each swiping chime of the grandfather clock.
A crushing desire to see vacant eyes
From a body that no longer worked.
One last time to keep her safe; to keep him safe. 
One last time to lock the back door.







Maureen Walsh - July 2013




Ciao for now!

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