Ivory Walls, Empty Rooms

Saying goodbye to empty rooms

Palms on bare boards that held your bed

Cupboards that yawn like empty tombs

If you were here what would you have said?


Amber bars of light from slatted blinds

Where you stood white-capped, serene

A trail of dirty finger marks left behind 

That final garden in all its shades of green


Is there a trace of you on these ivory walls

Upon these dusty moats

Some withered cells, a stray hair falls

A bit of ash stuck in our throats


The heavy door clicks shut

Mirroring that close of musty drapes

Farewell couldn’t be more clear-cut

Flames consuming that beautiful face 


I holler your name into the waves

Could I be more cliché?

The expanse of the ocean is your grave

A grief I can’t allay

Published by chloeroselilly

Samples of my poetry, fiction and personal essays in amongst real life

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