A look inside

I was looking inside
through the window-frame
that was on a chink open

I don’t know if it was
just a coincidence
or less than intention
but without willing
I looked inside and saw

the table that gave me food
the chair which provided me peace
and took away my tiredness

I saw the cupboard
here I knew the candies were
and the boxes
where you kept the sweet and sour
beside the bottle of lemon genever

in the shining of the last light
I felt the warmth
leaving now the house
and the speaking vibrating
in the silence of your words.

© Rudi J.P. Lejaeghere
15/12/2014