Epitaph For Love Poem by Susan Lacovara

I only wanted kitchen curtains
And your love
Both to calmly sway
In the sunsetting breeze of June

I would be content
Washing dinner dishes
While you dried your hands in my hair

Evening would be the perfect place
To spread out the picnic of passion
In a small room to house our big dreams

I never got around to buying kitchen curtains
Instead the slatted bland blinds remain
And remain drawn as the slivers from sunset
Try to limbo dance their way in

I am left with less than the interior design
I had so perfectly planned
And left with even less of the design I had
For allowing your love into the interior
Of my heart