Poemdog

Dogs 2018

BARE FLOOR
(2/1/18)

the family
room
was her favorite

when she
left
I cleared
all furnishings

stripped
the walls

pulled up
the carpet

left the
space
a deserted

disheveled

disaster

that was
four years
ago

I still
hear an echo
as I pass by
in the hall

the light
is never on
in that
domestic
wasteland

I fear
that if I
rehabitate

new paint

new flooring

new furniture

that they
would act
as incantations
to summon
her form
once again

better
to be haunted
by the emptiness

the embarrassment

than the memories
of her
sitting
beside me