The sad yellow kitchen towel

knows that you will not be returning.

It sags with grief.

No longer your footsteps squeak across the floor

to make the house speak.

I sit in your chair to be with you.

© Alicia Grimshaw 2017


20 thoughts on “Absent

  1. Such a haunting poem that longs for the past and someone that used to be somewhere closer to home and heart. Sometimes all that is left is memories…and sometimes we want so much more than that. Maybe it was something we did, maybe it wasn’t meant to be. Beautiful write 🙂

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