Old Bedroom

the china lamps, yellow
effervescence of youth
a touch of attraction, clinking
of kitchen curtains and railing

much of it faded
in the days after
a clouded bedroom with unwashed
shirts and trousers
under my table
an earring, my feet
the eyes of your kitten
a CD without a title

and there besides the window
where afternoon winds take rest
a younger version of you
peeps in, wondering
who this strange man is

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