beyond a standing open door.
Fan blows low,
violins cry; moaning- in the air.
Cat bounds, jumps,
across a dusted floor.
This motionless single-bedroom apartment, still, as mind dances the Tango.
Loved ones, phone.
rolling in the lamplight
covered in white-cloud blankets
warm in her spot.
The bed holds like a trusted hand.
shadows paint the walls and ceiling.
Torso imprints a time, right there.
past moments in my mind.