the secondary residence

once

for a while

i had 2 sets of keys

for 2 different doors.

in the middle of the night, i

would go and sit

in my secondary residence,

which was an empty white room, 

with a floor painted dark red, 

to sit in the silence

of spaces that have been disclaimed

i put nothing new in it

i left the corners bare 

the moon would hanging outside

of the curtain less window

the previous tenant had left a low table

with a half eaten plate of food, a half smoked cigarette

some open tubs of shiny gloss paint

a shelf with half burnt candles

copper coins, 

and beside the door, 

a pair of black cow boy boots for girls,

as is she might come back at any moment.