Our Apartment

Sometimes when the rain doesn't cease 

I visit our high rise apartment through reverie 

It is beautiful there.

Our Arcadia doors provide us visions
of blue Arizona skies and desert mountains.

Sometimes in the morning
I make French toast

and serve us on the terrace. 

In the evenings we are often wrapped in each other's 

embrace on our white couch

or we're warm in bed with my feet

touching your legs

I am sick with lupus

but we are young and beautiful,

still full of hope,
and our love feels like it will never run out,
that no argument or trial could ever destroy us. 

I look around at our lovely things,
 the heavenly view

and at our lovely little life

and left incredulous

that this place is no longer ours

--that this life is no longer ours.

So I can only visit it with the one key I have left,
my heart
and there you are forever-beautiful
and happily waiting to see me.

Olivia McGuire