Corruption

doe-eyed sycophants-
suckling at the teat of
this festering pig

overcast-
the lack of sunlight
goes unnoticed

Life

all I have of you-
the crossword and a ring left
by your coffee cup

saplings-
rooted
in the shade

Revisit

looking back in time
pictures of who we once were
under cellophane

rich brown soil-
an old green tin
a child’s treasure

Web

she turns a shy smile-
a web of hairline cracks form
in his tough facade

cobwebs-
broken plaster
litters the floor

Decay

holes in the floorboards-
the regal oak panel door
left hanging askew

no longer a home-
dim autumn light
caught in the cobwebs

Welcome

testing the waters-
I dip my toe in to check
if I’ll let you in

soft light-
my door
slightly ajar

Walls

the knife in my back
carved the windows in the walls
I’d built for myself

creeping ivy-
ruins of stone
foundations

Return

the lobsterman’s wife
watching the lighthouse at the
dying of the day

silent passage-
darkening water
laps the shore

Memories

underneath my bed
photos of my childhood
slowly fading lies

an old cigar box-
sacred relics
of my youth

Kiss

home with my regrets
I should have asked for a kiss
when I had the chance

your upturned lips-
moths flutter
in the porch light