The Empty Room

The Empty Room

for Lyn

Well, there it is.  
As pink as you painted it.  
The bed stripped naked.
No need to make it. 
But I probably will.  
But not right now.
No, I will walk past it. 
Close the door.
Not think about it.
How bare it is.
How you won’t be there tonight 
Or tomorrow or any night now.

And though you are a smiling bride
On your wedding day, 
For a brief moment 
You saw it too 
And felt that pull
Away from the room, 
Away from your home 
And me.