.
these rooms are so familiar
they’re like breath, they’re like
the feel of my shirt against my skin
what would it be like
if these rooms
did not have you?
it would be like having
nothing to anchor myself to in the morning,
no firm ground my anchor could hold
I had dinner with you tonight
and we laughed and laughed
it’s not always like this—
you and I, being two
as well as lovers, are not
always in a synchronous phase
but these rooms would know
you were not here
these rooms too
would know
Jim Culleny
3/19/19
