Moving In

Her belongings start appearing:
A shampoo bottle in the shower,
An extra towel on the back of the door,
Food in the fridge
One more toothbrush

The kitchen is tidier;
The floor is swept
The cobwebs disappear

I come back home and there is someone waiting for me
There’s music playing
The smell of cooking
She asks if I’m hungry;
She made enough for two

“Do you want tea?” she yells while I’m working
In the late evenings I can hear her in the other room
Chatting away to her boyfriend
The silence that usually fills these rooms
Banished at last