your absence pulls like a sore tooth
crowding out the doings of the day
persistent disconcerting deafening silence
filling the edges of consciousness
the corners of the room
the gap on the sofa
an aching gap disproportionate to the size of you
who are no longer here
The mundane transformed by loss
into feats of overwhelming bravery
like taking toddler steps without a hand to hold
sleeping in a single bed
preparing a meal for one
making mince pies
shopping, signing cards
returning to an empty silent 'home'
the pain of remembering is better than the fear of forgetting
but we don't speak your name enough
Friday, December 28, 2007
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