CHURCH ROAD

Marie Audemard

little red-brick house
spiders filling the entrance
memories of those days
when excited
i would run to open the door for you
coming out of your car
smiling
god, we adored each other, didn’t we?

little red-brick house
curtains never opaque
attic
let’s watch the sunset
in between your walls
loneliness slowly crept in

little red-brick house
i made so many mistakes
thinking that you’d help me feel integrated was one
nights spent talking on the sofa
he sits on the kitchen counter
and his hair takes shape

little red-bricks house
after we left you
he stopped coming out of his car
he sat inside
for as long as he could
so he didn’t have to see me

little red-brick house
you remain the only proof
that he once loved me