Leaving the Keats Way Hotel

I sit here alone
in the house where we lived.
Now stripped of us
bereft of all we had.
It is left for the next
in a line of transients.
Urban nomads moving in and out
of the place we called home.

You are a world away;
I am too, but here I remain.
The familiar sights seem
cold and unforgiving.
No longer welcoming,
the town has turned away.
One last night in the house
and alone I sit.

Alone, I am
swimming deep in the memories
of watching movies here,
making dinners there.
Playing with the kids,
holding each other.
The memories wash over me,
and cleanse my soul.

The attachment I felt
for this place is gone.
It left with you
on the plane to the bottom of the world.
I hear it calling,
feel the pull.
I no longer belong here,
and alone I sit.

Alone, at night
my dreams are haunted
by visions of beauty that drift away
into the red light of dawn.
The flowers please me
with colourful joy.
Their folded petals
delicately creased.

The time has come
to move onward from here.
Down to the bottom
of the world I know.
My heart sinks to know your pain
yet your strength is immense.
I know all will be well
and alone I sit.