@@@ For Richard’s room

This room    your room    our room
all she has seen and shown us
– pain and passion truth and tears
like laughlines on a face too used to sorrow
comprimised.   Picture and prose
her walls display the madness of our little world
where innocence and we find consolation.
In the REAL WORLD nothing rhymes and no one cares
yet here
          still, even
                    the furniture loves us.
Maybe we’re right
but know we’ll never leave this place
our place though fortunes raze our hopes
erase our friends and set our eager souls dutifully.
When sunsets over Silverdale and forgets to rise
we won’t sigh    I won’t sigh but remember
after all isn’t that what living’s about, forever?


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