Here is the table & chair <br />of my grief. <br /> <br />Here is the painting <br />of my sorrow. <br /> <br />Here is the door <br />that opens(closes) <br /> <br />on no- <br />-where. <br /> <br />Here is the bed <br />of my sleep-less-ness. <br /> <br />Here is the mirror <br />longing to hold <br /> <br />even your passing <br />reflection. <br /> <br />Here is my army <br />of books <br /> <br />talking tongueless <br />in blank pages. <br /> <br />Here is the window <br />looking out upon <br /> <br />our <br />parting. <br /> <br />This ordinary room <br />made ordinary no more <br /> <br />filled as it is <br />by your absence.<br /><br />Dónall Dempsey<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/ordinary-room/
