Dave Lewis – WordCityLit

Every room is another room. a poem by Dave Lewis

Every room is another room It didn’t take long for you to go, not really, although it felt like a hundred years. Watched you sleeping in that tiny room with nothing in the wardrobes or drawers. After it was over though I started on the clothes, holding each shirt close for the smell of youContinue reading “Every room is another room. a poem by Dave Lewis”