Poetry, The Key in the Door and other poems

The key in the door

In the moment before the fly

alights on the apple,

before the rain drips down

the inside of your coat collar,

the key turns in the lock,

the envelope is slit open ,

or your feet, warm out of bed,

touch the cold bedroom floor –

just then, breathe in

the air that I breathe too –

and think of me.