filled with your absence
the house and I wait
both knowing it is everywhere
in the living room it is blocking the telly
and in the bathroom mirror
it is your face not being there
that I see
at night I can hear
your absence soundlessly sneaking up the stairs
claiming the bed
and it won’t stay on your half
grabbing all blankets
your absence is becoming a frequent guest now
demanding attention
keeping me busy
filling the house
till you come back
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