The sad yellow kitchen towel
knows that you will not be returning.
It sags with grief, folded into itself.
No longer your footsteps
squeak across the floor
to make the house speak.
I sit in your chair to be with you.
© Alicia Grimshaw 2019
The National Poetry Writing challenge for today is to write your own sad poem, but one that achieves sadness through simplicity. Click the icon to find out more and connect with others who are participating. Enjoy!