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.
