It's all so quiet

The armchair is missing the coins escaping from your pocket.
The ice cubes are untouched, waiting all together on their tray.
The volume button is feeling soooo down...
( 'cause it hasn't reached above 7 for a while! )
Our CDs are all confused, scrambled up in the wrong cases.
Your pillow says it's missing your smell.
It hasn't been too hot under the blankets.
And the cold weather has given me the only chills I'd had.

Perhaps you should consider coming back home soon.

















Edward Hopper: "Room in Brooklyn"
1932, oil on canvas, Museum of Fine Arts, Boston


this post was written for the love of my life, and inspired by my friend: writer, poet, liar.