10 o'clock on a cool January night,
I return to the empty place that once was yours
The light switched on sheds its light on the barren domain
The room has been purged, cleaned, tidied up, redone
All traces of you are but a memory that feel unattached
memories that don't fit the space anymore
I watch time speed by, and I realize I'm 10 years older
though I've stood in the doorway for a moment
and now you're not who you were, you've grown,
you're always wonderful and you are mine.
© copyright by Michèle Aimée Lahaie, 2012
