Darling please stay,
It’s 3am on a Thursday and your screaming at me
About some mistake I never knew I was making
When I was trying to be of use to you
Darling please stay
It’s the next morning and there’s a suitcase in our hall
Your name is on a one way ticket going
Anywhere far from here
I’ve written apologies from the floor to ceiling
On the nursery we had painted together
But you’ve run out of brushes to paint this like forgiveness.
And none of us have the heart to call half a home complete.
I am sorry, I have become a reminder of our failures.
But I’ve lit a fire in the hearth, with all the memories we wrote each other
And its burning out of control with parchments scrawled'I wish you were here’ and ‘see you soon’s
Don’t you see, you are this house to me.
We filled a library with our poetry, I filled the kitchen with mistakes
That we laughed and called gourmet.
The bedrooms filled with echoes of our voices, scratched into the walls.
I see your face in all the art I’ve ever seen.
Smiling and saying my name
If you go,
don’t forget the way back home.