A look
You’ll want to go up for a look.
So I went, not extra slowly,
up the wide dark stairs.
I’d never done this before.
I stood a little back from the bed,
looked diagonally
across sheets to the pillow,
gazed a little while,
walked to the window,
looked out at a Devon lane
in full mud under November trees;
returned to my place
to stand without thinking,
her face not being the same.
You’ll want to go up for a look.
So I went, not extra slowly,
up the wide dark stairs.
I’d never done this before.
I stood a little back from the bed,
looked diagonally
across sheets to the pillow,
gazed a little while,
walked to the window,
looked out at a Devon lane
in full mud under November trees;
returned to my place
to stand without thinking,
her face not being the same.