Intimacy left the bedroom,
drifted quietly down the street.
Wanting only human closeness,
with no intent to cheat.
It wandered past the neighbours,
took a shortcut through the park.
Noticed couples leaning inwards,
who had not lost their spark.
It walked backed twenty paces,
sat beside a nameless pair.
Saw them touching sweetly
in their world without a care.
Intimacy stood up trembling,
returned slowly to his home.
Admired his lovely garden,
tripped and fell onto a gnome
The porcelain gnome was waiting,
Sharp with careless, frozen grin
Intimacy fell upon it,
And the silence settled in.
Intimacy died that evening,
with no witnesses at hand.
Only absence in the bedroom,
That the lonely understand.
Cleverly penned, Peter. Excellent write my friend. Appreciate you.
Damian
Thanks Damian…..watch out for those Gnomes.
I love the idea of this, the imagery. The whole gnome part almost, but not quite, adds a whimsy to it. Yet the despair overcomes that brief slide towards “not so bad”. The ending is perfect. The whole write is great stuff.
Cool write Peter. Very creative.