of houses now fallen
their wares to define –
numbered my streets
not to know

yet still
they were restless
when nights held me cold
to tempt me with wishing
on stars long ago

of lovers
no longer
and ways sure to part
remembering those
never were

yet mornings
sometimes
I think on us there
and a dog in the yard
rarely barks

tho was ours
as the curtains
we pulled to the side
yellow and shades of purple
you loved

as I left
once you stood
there alone
in the shadows
weeping for chances
cursing the weeds
were grown o’er the numbers
a house falling down

. . .