“ROOMS” 21 Apr 01

Rooms where we slept
rooms where we loved
rooms have lost the shape
of when we were young
Rooms where we laughed
rooms where we cried
rooms no longer occupied
by strangers living
strange lives
as you live in a room
that is not mine
furniture is emptied
to suit a new way of life
rooms now occupied
by strangers
living other peoples lives

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