.
these rooms, familiar as breath
or the feel of shirt against skin—
what would these rooms be like
if they were empty of you?
—like having nothing
to tie to in the morning,
nothing of which to make fast
at dinner last night
we laughed and laughed
it’s not always like this;
you and I, being two,
as well as lovers, are not
always synchronous
but these rooms would know
you were not here
these rooms too
would know
Jim Culleny
3/19/19