much more than


i can still remember
when i first saw this
cavernous apartment you
lived in, all by your lonesome.

and i said to you,
‘my artist painted chests,
would look so good paired with
your folk art window panes.’
and i imagined….
my classic 50’s lamps,
they might look kinda’ cool on
those antique end tables of yours.

there was little doubt
my stainless steel pots and pans,
would be delighted, side by side
just hangin’ next to your Calphalon.

my darlin’

i remember feeling
so safe in your arms then,
my Homebody wanted only
to make a home with you.

be coupled and paired with you
together with all our stuff.
and hoping your, Always Goin’ Out,
would really want that too…..
and our, almost 12 years later
my folk art, black cat collection,
now takes up an entire shelf, meowing.
Christmas, i always find one under the tree.

‘oh Scout,

do you remember
the sad leafless plant,
that orphan we both
could never give up on?’

still planted in your 50's era,
pale yellow pot i always liked,
‘have you noticed lately
that it’s grown 12 leaves now?’


some days
your Somebody
just looks around
at all the memories,

our life…this home
we’ve shared together.
and i think, ‘stuff can mean
so much more than, just stuff.’
*pics by moi, of our stuff
London Rain
(Nothing Heals Me Like You Do)
And when somebody knows you well
Well there’s no comfort like that
And when somebody needs you
Well there’s no drug Iike that

And where l’m home,
curled in your arms
And I’m safe again