The Reason Why...

I dreamed
decimated forests,
and drowned rivers...
your pillow – dinted, yet
where your head had lain.

Our room is still the same...
the same duck-shaped, damp patch
on the ceiling where the rain comes in...

but the room does not sob,
nor cry in its sleep, nor seek
solace in the night.

It does not wake, as slivers of light
pierce the blinds, and take me, naked,
in its arms and herald in the morning...

kiss me goodbye at the station, ready
for the drudge of the nine to five.

Nor does it long to scrawl,
“I love you to bits!”on the sides
of all the bridges; to yell at the top
of its voice, so the carriages rattle,
‘Come back...please!’

No more than it will grieve
itself empty as I shall...but not before
I make damned sure they know
the reason why.