Rooms of the House

John Lennon

We dance under

soft stovetop lights

and the shadows of

long days spent

falling in love

with you, with a first home,

a first house to call our own together.

How many have done the same

set against these

cedar cabinets and

ceramic tilework?

Perhaps hardwood once

stretched from fireplace to French doors.

What stories were told between cracked plaster

walls before drywall replaced them?

And who enjoyed the warmth from these radiators

before we cozied near them, drinking

red wine as shelter on cold winter nights?

What kitchen conversations

and coffee table accords took place?

Did the creaking floorboards

and broken glass arguments

wake them too?

Music slows, time catches up,

the hallway light glows on,

and a thousand footsteps move

to the stories told

by the rooms of the house.