Trespass
May 18, 2007You left the lights on again…
I tread through
the floor that doubled
as your closet space,
carefully weaving
my way through the
empty coke bottles
and scratched CDs
you buy everyday.
My foot grazed
a stack of worn books
you taught me to read
and I tripped,
landing on the carpet
I took hours to pick
only to be patterned
by cigarette burns.
I lay still
staring at the
signed poster of
our favorite band
before pulling myself up
on the bedpost
you normally hung
the cap I gave you.
I sat on the bed
and stroked the stain
that you attempted
to get rid of
countless times
with bleach that
only ended up
wrinkling your hands.
I stood up
and approached
the switch,
longing to touch it,
remembering all the times
I disturbed your sleep
and begged you
to do it for me.
Instead I turned
and retraced my path,
resisting the urge
to leave a sign
of my trespass,
even if it was just
a simple act of
switching the lights off.
For you.
afterglow 
such meloncholy you portray
you do well putting images in the mind by way of these words.
you bring it alive and bring the reader into the scene.
of your works I have read this is, to this pint, my favorite
That is insanely good, you are a natural.
Nice verse. Welcome to Poetry Thursday.
This poem beautifully captures a lingering sadness and the words have a natural ease to them. Thanks for sharing.
it is sad when
even the closest things
to our heart
one day
become so alien
by happenstance
or by choice
that we end up
one morning
waking up beside
a complete stranger
Good one…and good lines:
“Instead I turned
and retraced my path,
resisting the urge
to leave a sign
of my trespass,
even if it was just
a simple act of
switching the lights off.”
And write more of sensual poetry….yours are really good…
So pleased to see this post. Most helpful!