Oblong room

  I sit in front of the computer the screen blazing in the darkness

  and I cannot recall the time when we were as one

  the room is full of this and thats and it all seems cartoonish

  he is here in spirit, making me laugh and filling me

  and I have never felt such a connection and it saddens me

  because all is not as it seems, as things go

  

  Sade plays and no one else is awake in this new box

  the tulips he bought me bloom brilliant on the table 

  and I realize painfully I miss these kinds of gifts

 

  abruptly we are polite strangers with some we foresaw as forever,

  and lifelong friends with others, the change is upon us

  it is not a sad realization just an awakening of sorts

 and I say to him as we lay together in the quiet of the morning

 start with me,  even if it is only to see what the ending is like