Ever since you left our place
The house feels unlived in
Dinner is never quite ready
Laundry always needs folding
And the dog smells like old winter
Ever since you stumbled away
Cradling your arm like a fragile child
Your bed remains alive and weeps
We don’t speak of you anymore
Your girlfriend has not called but once
Ever since you left I began waking early
Picturing you at the foot of our bed
Shadowy and younger than you are now
The scent of dead leaves crawls in my shoes
And pulling the covers over my head hurts.
S.E.Ingraham©
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