Old Love Poem by David Johnson

Lying like dogs
tucked into the chin
escapeing the window
where the cold
blows in wind.

There's nothing so quaint
that I could pretent
and nothing so safe to burry me in.

There on the walls
the spiders they crept
silently along the walls
while we slept.

I figured they came down just to see
the two of us there
with you next to me.

Here I found comfort
here I found you
now I recall like I hope
that you do.

Just past our pillow
and just past the door
light layed out blindly
while the furnace roared more!

Now it plays hot
with foul summer heat
as I remember the basement apartment
at the end of the street.