Across the hallway
feet measured the stride
to the end of a Venetian rug.
Heel, toe, heavy heel -
designs interweaved
into signature footfalls.
How the colours seemed
so headstrong tapestry full,
vibrant when it was first bought;
glad to carry it homewards
to later unroll smooth.
In the hour pre-leaving
the hues dulled, the patterns
a ruck felt under awkward shoes,
a pot clashed to the floor;
one corridor made this day
an obstacle to exit, and
a relationship to walk past.
