The Room. Poem by Kevin East

The paintings on your wall
Have seen it all.
The rise and fall
Of our love.
The chairs
Shared all our charms.
And held us in their arms
I swear.
The light shade
Swayed
Up above.
When we danced
The audience of books
Old and young,
Gave educated looks.
We were among
Inanimate friends.
The table held candles
At both ends.
As we bathed
In each others eyes.
The curtains
Showed no surprise.
They just opened and closed
In their mime.
As the clock would
Count down the time
We had left.
The room
Eventually bereft
Of you and I.
Asleep in our embrace,
Always heard us
Cry or laugh.
Now it's just
A lonely space.