Buildings

I know you still live next door
though there is rubble, litter strewn
an empty space, the place
has been blitzed bombed
but I know you are there
waiting listening wanting
for what I am not sure

Memories have sunk
into very foundations
of a building built
brick upon brick
word upon word
laboured long lovingly
by hands of fate
that scratched hours
times dates on magnolia
wooden doors brass handles

Now there are no walls
to hang a picture
but underground structure
a solid unyielding base
faithfulness that was you

I know you still live there
why I am not sure...