The carpet walks back <br />into the room <br />but you are already gone <br /> <br />to yellowwood floors <br />on which your feet tread softly <br />and on which I walked a time ago. <br /> <br />Your image disintegrates, <br />but not the longing <br />and the cold wind sneaking in <br />through the window <br /> <br />is an uninvited guest <br />in my room <br />that feels like a sanctuary <br />where you were once.<br /><br />Gert Strydom<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-carpet-walks-back/
