rosemary (pegasus)

the things are now gone
the cupboards are bare
the closets are emptied
the lounge is not there
where the bed used to be
there's a bit brighter square

my footfalls ring out
and the echo is flat
I turn with a cough
and look out the back
I'm leaving the dish
for that damned homeless cat

then I look at the floor
and it's barren and clean
so swept of toast crumbs
like no one has been
and with one final exhale
I exit the scene

but as I go out the door
I detect in the air
the faint smell of rosemary
it freezes me there
it's the scent of your skin
it's the scent of your hair
it's the scent of you sleeping
and of thoughts I can't bear
so I'm closing this door
I'm letting you go
and I'm leaving you there