Walls

this evening I caught myself staring at the space,

of my home

where we first slipped into each other’s skin, abandoned

and deliberate-

deconstructing the wires that frame us,

and leaving them in a tangled heap

on the sweaty floor.

then I blinked,

and saw a taint on the pasty paint,

of a wall

that had once been wet

and was now

stained.