Sunday 17 March 2013

The wrong colours













This is the washing machine we bought
This is the painting that didn’t win
This is the chipped mug you left
These are my tears, to have a bath in
These are my records, both of them
These are all of your picture hooks
This is the rose bush your never liked
This is your shelf – with no books
This is the orange blossom almost in bloom
This is our Habitat settee
This is today’s bottle of wine
Today’s footballing catastrophe
This was our room – yellow and blue
This is the rest of my life, without you


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