Absence
It’s not too bad
At first, when she’s away.
I putter about
Doing things, but when
The second day nears
Its end, I can’t help
Noticing something’s
Missing, like the necessary
Ingredient in a magic potion.
The house remains friendly
Enough, but no longer
Charms, mere property
Dispossessed.
This is lovely, and reminds me of when my wife's away for the night. I feel the same way.
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ReplyDeleteI also love how the poem looks on the page -- its shape is as evocative as its words.
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