Taking It Personally

Things are already disappearing.

Every time I return 'home'
there is more room in the rooms.
More space in the spaces.

Pictures have gone.
There are gaps on the bookshelves.
I hope none of my favourite titles
have vanished.

I'd better check the CDs.
I thought I could trust her.
Where is Year Of The Cat
and Rubber Soul?

Sticky Fingers?

At least I know
she won't take the Costello.
Trust is still there.
And Get Happy.

Dylan doesn't do it for her either.
U2 she's more than welcome to.
Bono! Pah!

I expect the piano will go.

I just wish she'd 'disappear' the ducks
and leave the books.


Possession