The Foyer
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When I think about you now
There is always a storm and the wind.
Lightning and thunder, the music silenced.
The lights flicker on and off.
The room is cold. The sheets are cold.
I go in the darkness to the foyer where we used to meet with a kiss –
Your umbrella, your galoshes are dripping there and
Your smell, your presence all about the room
But I do not find you.
You are somewhere else.
There is always a storm and the wind.
Lightning and thunder, the music silenced.
The lights flicker on and off.
The room is cold. The sheets are cold.
I go in the darkness to the foyer where we used to meet with a kiss –
Your umbrella, your galoshes are dripping there and
Your smell, your presence all about the room
But I do not find you.
You are somewhere else.
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