Soliloquy

When I wake up after another sleepless night on the chair
I finally muster the courage to call you
and ask you how you have been
But it wouldn’t be fair, I suppose
to your husband or your current lover
to hear you speaking with another man

There used to be a door here, one that we entered sheepishly
But those times were different
and although it is painted a dull orange now
nothing can quite make me forget this place
However, I don’t think you remember it anymore
if you remember me at all

My bed no longer boasts of your smell or your colour
It is now wary of assured eyes
and my room knows when someone sells me a lie
Your scent and memories have disappeared
over the hills and with any luck, by now
they are much closer to you than they were once to me.