Holes in the skirting

Poem

Sorry I’ve been away
it’s hard for the mind to play
in clutter 
laid to rest

I did try my best
I did turn a thought
I did wish to come
- I sought

that known house 
on that same road
with those tall windows
from where warmth glowed 

I did knock round 
once or, twice 
- no one was home
bar crumbs, and mice.

© Darius the Mate 08-10-22