Saturday, 10 November 2012

the quiet house

Half light casts it shadow
in the stillness of now
like he is
holding the world at bay
until there is no more


An aching quietness
which doesn’t belong
in this place
you once called home.

Your stairs
have been folded.

Your clothes hung.

And even though you are
still here
you have gone.

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