SINCE YOU HAVE GONE

Since you have gone the hall is empty,
there's no light at the bathroom,
the kitchen is alone, and the only things
remaining at the fridge are frozen words...
and frozen songs

So, dear, come back,
light out a candle to make me think
there's still your heart to handle
carefully, but tight,
hyphened within my hands,
close to my lips,
and feel still are warm
the roots we used to share,
and not alone
the branches of our arms.