Vulnerable

Everything is vulnerable at nightfall. 

All rooms in the empty house

are blurred by the penetrating

darkness.

Inside the bedroom the bed

Is still disentangled. No one

has slept there since he was found

naked, shrouded, no more

breathing.

No more efforts to get up, dress,

making coffee

arm himself with the usual words

to greet the day, 

to see the light

how it is creeping

under the furtive rays of the early sun

touching an empty bed

unmade, unowned