the interior of an old room

the old bed with its sheets and blankets crumpled

warmed by your body

smells sweet and blue

burned candles

purple rings in empty glasses

the walls hum

reverberating waves of heat

floors creak from dancing feet

the side table scattered with half read books

half burned match books

summers clothes stacked and leaning

wanting to be worn

pictures of you hanging on the walls

that look in your eyes stained in my memory.