the clanks of the oil stove that’s just been turned off
the gorilla’s eyes behind the shutters
the fox tail sticking out of mother troll’s dress
the delightfully pervasive scent of the sheets stowed away in the wardrobe for so long
the omnipresent dampness that causes unbearable itches deep in my throat
the wall lamps i wish i could have at home
the gap between the bed and the wall, so dark that i never ventured there
the undulating figures that the sun shapes on the curtains through the shutters
so many memories that can no longer be shared
and that probably never could have been