Loss in November.

              1.

White sunlight slanting
Through cracks in the door
Late roses in bloom


Blind
The old men shuffle
On sticks and stones
Rag Dolls in the wind
tottering           falling
Prisoners to fortune
All bones broken
          Carcinogenesis


Red leaves
                  humped high
On smoking cones
By laughing children
Eyes bright and clear
Tinged     with malice


             2.

       Now listen
I sit by the door
       consulting a void
Glass smashed
                on the carpet
Old photographs
                           faded
The song of your voice
Lost from the hallway


Without you here
The autumn is hateful
A shadow of ash
Smeared on a window


It is five years today
Since we burnt our letters
And you walked through that door
Alone


A touch of your lipstick
Traced     on the mirror


Trevor John Karsavin Potter 
November 7th. - 10th. 2012.;