alice

Return to Wonderland

Alice left me last night:
her cigarette still warm in the ashtray,
her lipstick stains fresh on the mug,
her coffee, only half gone.
Cupcake crumbs falling all over the table,
she went smiling with the key in her pocket and
my Cheshire under her arm.

Alice left me again last night;
her overcoat trailing behind her,
her gloves abandoned on the table,
her picture book, open on the floor.
Perfume lingering in the kitchen,
she left a daisy chain hanging on the doorknob
and her shoes in the mirror by the hall.