02 April 2009


I’m doing it wrong
I know this instinctively
a surety borne of deep-rooted

this place is you

from carpets to tiles
paint on walls and decorations
silky-oak cupboards filled
with munificent memories
shelves over-flowing

you are the house
which is our home
leaving even takes
that away

my tears
tell me what
I cannot say –
so, leave if you must

but please, don’t go...
© 19 November 2008, I. D. Carswell