Later, the Table

At first
it was the little things
that went unnoticed

A week ago last Tuesday
the saltcellar and the garlic press
snuck off together,
keenly followed
by the bread knife and the cutlery.

Encouraged
by this mini Great Escape,
but with furtive glances,
larger items
took their chances.

The bedside lamp
(under cover of darkness)
came out of the shade
and,
unhappy with the way things are,
departed with the VCR.

Later, the table,
furnished with lame excuses
and with the chairs acting as decoy,
turned, and slipped away.

This isn’t how
it’s meant to be,
my home is slowly
leaving me.