Lament

Willow Henderson is in the final year of her combined honours degree in English with Creative Writing.

Nobody thought to tell

the mirror that the fingerprint

smudges were her last of him                        

or that the coins in the hat

were never going to

grow into a car.

 

Nobody sympathises

with dirty clothes                                           

trapped in their own linen limbo,

or plates sleeping

under winter sheets.

The presents, locked

 

with ribbon fingers                                         

expect a date which

passed.           

And the quiet console

clings to each memory

that she has saved.                                         

 

The box of receipts,

the terrace of DVDs,

the beer mats, the train tickets,

the pen drive, the candles,

the digital photo frame,                                             

Calvin Klein Escape.