A Year My Time

A Year My Time


When my mind is as quiet as

The room

I can see her walking in

Smiling

Raising

Her eyebrows

At a silent comment

About the tower of laundry

The temperature outside


She did that you know

Say it without saying it

Familiar perfume whistled consistency

Faded cotton whispered contentment

Foreign labels wailed chronic


Her absence is the elephant

Sometimes

It fills the room

I remember the last thing she said to me

She didn’t even say it

She held it

She moved it


Heaven becomes real

When you’ve got someone there

Before it was a place for angels

Now it’s her home

Dancefloor

Hospital

More than that


I find myself peaking through the clouds

To catch a glimpse

A whiff of perfume

To overhear a laugh


I am met with a

Soon


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