in that little room behind my eyelids
where everything is between
it all shifts into place
life
falls
softly
from the top of the staircase
by your bedroom
where you burn that candle that
smells like gingerbread
smells like home
and i am filled with breathtaking gratitude
a stunning sympathy for those
poor, unlucky people
who will never know how wonderful you are
it's amazing how much more i love you
now i'm not in love with you anymore.
