The House

A lifetime ago
a summer rendezvous here
when the house was whole

I’d escaped my life
you’d made all the arrangements
uninterrupted.

Those days forgotten
or merely sweet memories
of crisp linen love.

Apologies

The paper, blurry.
Angry marks on a white space;
Ill-defined slashes


Emotions stripped bare
From teary accusations
And gut clenching guilt.


Insistent regret,
Sorry, so insufficient
Apologies fail.

Woman

Maker of the bed
Keeper of stolen secrets
Woman of few regrets.


In the wee small hours,
Clichèd as it might appear
Her conscience is clear.


Affairs in order
Assignations underway
She sleeps, unconcerned.