hole in the wall

What do you hear through that hole in the wall?
The lavish parties
or lovers' embraces?
Her breath potent as the freshly fallen leaves.
Do you smell her lipstick against alabaster cheeks?

Crumbs on the counter, cracks in the wall,
this old town holds me like
sand falling through his fingers,
spreading blankets against the waves, crash.
Do you taste his night song? A lullaby.

Tile after speckled tile down this long, dim hall
ear to the door, keyhole, or socket.
Can you see my breath against the windowpane
as I wait for you in the night?