They tumble out

They tumble out

Across the dressing table.

Earrings and necklaces,

Lovers entwined.

An open drawer

A strapless bra,

An all in one

And a visible panty

Form a line, of

Peeping toms

As the morning sun

Picks out a sparkling

Diamond ring

In an old dish,

Bought in a flea market.

It sits on the

Bed side table,

A collection plate.

As a wardrobe door

Bares the weight

Of yesterday.

A long black dress

That looked the part

Right from the start,

Hangs over discarded shoes,

In a range of hues.

An ordered jumble

That shows

A clean pair of heels

And is always ready

To go,

Offering evidence

Of yesterday

And the love

That built the room.

Memories overflow,

And bring, home comfort

At a glance.