QueenElf

Put me down with dignity. I left the house today. After many years of agoraphobia I just decided I was going into the town centre. I got the bus, faltering for a moment with juggling my walking stick with my handbag. The disabled seats were taken up by two young men, I didn't argue, what was the point? Getting off the bus I nearly fell, my knee locked as it does so often, I have cartilage problems, but you don't want to know all about that. Neither do I, I just wish it would all go away, but I'm stuck with it.

You speak to me in cryptic words, knowing That after you are gone and the warmth of your Place in my bed chills, then I will ponder the meaning Of your words and the way they add up To empty Spaces.