ALL RECEDES

From Thursday to Tuesday

outside once,

ten minutes,

taking the trash

&

collecting the mail.

Curtains across the

windows.

Imagine

there is nothing

but what

is inside

these walls,

what is

in the books

you read

laying on

the mat

waiting

&

waiting

for the wet

nose and

furry paw

that never

comes.

O

life

that it

has

come to this.

Never

again

the three of us

on sofas together

watching the

games on the green grass.

All

but these walls

recedes

like

life.

25.04.2018