Traces of Her

:

She’d leave this mattress and rest
now and again, but I’d never
witnessed it; always when I called

she was positioned
for a quick entry; on the bedside table
there’d be a box with a white tongue

hanging out alongside a fat
appointment book that had my name
on every leaf. I moved in as tenant

when she left for Australia;
the only thing I’ve changed
is the telephone number.