XV
(For Spanish translation click here)

In that corner we sleep together

so many nights, now I’m sitting there

to walk. The bed of one-time lovers

was pushed aside, or whatever has happened.

You’ve come early today to deal with other issues

and you’re not here. It was in this corner

where one night between your tender breasts

I read beside you

a tale of Daudet’s. This is the beloved

corner. Don’t deny it.

I’ve set myself to recording the days

of that summer long past, your coming and going

small and brave and pale though these rooms.

On this night of rain

dropping so far removed from us. I suddenly leap up! . . .

There are two doors opening and closing,

two doors that come and go in the wind

shadow to shadow.