Her Smile Tickles His Nose

Fancy house, Victorian in style meant
sharing a street with
other snooty neighbours until
one day words bit and
tongues slashed

her bed large and alone
his on the other side of town
remembers holding their children
long ago and his wife too--

a carpenter by trade and soon after
the house captured his attention love
drifted into different streams
storm-clouds covering their home.

When he sleeps he dreams of sunrise
and a new page because when he
is thinking of her--
missing is their song of unity

kneels before his bed and on the
cold wooden floor he fills with tears.

© 2011 Richard L. Provencher
Website: www.wsprog.com/rp/