In the dream,
you watch the house
of two stories
(up, down, yours, ours)
empty.
He
doesn't linger,
not once,
not even a glance.
You above
it all,
as only an eye,
want to cry out,
turn back everything -
the words, the lost kisses.
He's left the ring,
the thing that was his,
that was ours,
on the stairs.