Last February - February 28

Last February
He left her
In an old house
With old memories.

His smell is everywhere
Even in her body,
The bed cover's not been replaced for months
And his shirt lies on top
Like he just put it down.

Last February
He left her
In an old house
With old memories.

The photo album is always open
And the radio is on the program that he used to hear every morning;
A wine glass full of dust
Like it was there last night,
Like everything just happened.

February 1930,
He left her
And never returned
And she...
She followed him and left
On a great solitary journey
to The unknown.