Room Of Memory

Room of memory,

here’s where I loved him.

I can imagine

where our togetherness

was warm magic laughter for us.

A wild sweet Grace

that time made strange,

and grew into a

giant animal of evil

purely made of our wanting.

Birthed in this place

that lives in me without time.

This world of my heart -

where your ghost

can be heard singing for me

only of our big love.

It’s a warm, hurting wail.

A sound that drives

me from that cherished room,

and that eventually

tears my heart apart.