Goodbye Night Poem by Terry Collett

Where will
that leave us?

Dark room
bed unmade
curtains closed
radio from a far room
Chopin stuff

is this it?
no more us?

Smell of bodies
two cups
with coffee dregs
standing on
the bedside cabinets

did she do
better than I?

that time in Paris
when we first
made love

a moth large and brown
flew in the window
in the night

it was just
the once

sex stains lie
on the bed sheet

this is
the end of us

the Chopin ends
voices speak
in an undertone

I love you

lips touch skin
of a shoulder

a Mozart piece begins
on the radio
in that far room

there can be
no us

birds sing outside
the window

where will
it leave us?

Indentation
on both pillows
fair hairs lay

forget?
forgive?

She draws the curtains
light enters
he stands beside her

again shall we?

A man walks
the pavement
a cyclist rides by

room in light
day has come
goodbye night.