a quiet scent of your skin
still hovers in the room
in the bathroom forgotten shaving kit
next to lipstick and creams
the red wine stain on the tablecloth
lovingly sprinkled with salt
the cold roast in the kitchen
is still - cold
morning light
and the turntable turns empty
as the sun breaks in the window
and your last view has long been away
as in a dream
passed the night with you
you said about it
and it is to be forever
the silver candelabrum
radiates still its candlelight
i sit by myself
with last glass of wine
I haven't taken off the make up yet
and the coffee is still hot
you just told yesterday that you like it
without milk with a lot of sugar
At some point I go into the bathroom then
and pressure from the shaving cream
and the last rest of the coffee
I just tilt -away .