Unheard

unheard

Your bead is lying on my bed,

It looked at me and perhaps said

A myriad thing I wouldn’t recall

My back is placed against the wall.

I saw your ring on the window-sill,

Waters I hear fall on the floor

For the shower you’re taking still

I lay my ears by the door,

I see your plate with morsel trace,

The chair you sat on a while ago,

You left for work with a smiling face,

Days like these do come and go.

I arouse the promise the necklace made,

I hear the song the ring had said,

Melodies burden do never fade,

You take them off and on instead.