Poetry – Your absence is noted

Your absence is noted

All the colours were the same,

Tinged with disbelief.

Inside it was clinical –

Curtain drawn around a bed,

And all was still and neat.

Outside, the sun shone as usual;

Another bright sunny day

Towards the end

Of a fabulous summer –

The warmth belying the mood.

Nothing was real

Until I touched the cold

Hard white marble of your face

Then the whole universe shifted.

Outside the window

It was now bleary.

A man walked his dog.

A woman entered the phone box.

An old man with a stick,

Bent and stiff,

Walked slowly past,

Carrying a bag of shopping.

How could it possibly

Be so ordinary?

Opher 13.5.2016

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