A bedroom

A bedroom

You’ve chosen a suitcase, blue as your dress
Now carve her gestures in damp sheets
You paint your lips, colour your cheeks
Smell the trace of her sleep, hear her breath

The end of our relation
On a day without a name
I’m thinking of the ways we’ve smiled
In times we were insane

Slowly you walk, look for the last time around
Lord have mercy give me a word
You whisper my name, before you turn
Remember her footsteps, remember that sound

Describe the situation
Isolate your soul
A bedroom is just empty
Its window is feeling cold

Winter 2005