1 May 2017

Poem 5

As if you're dead

I miss you as if you’re dead.
In particular, certain times of day early morning,
the evening moving into night;
certain activities changing the baby, bathing her,
going to bed alone;
make me feel the loss of you like a sick pain.

I miss you as if you’re dead.
Ridiculous. You’ve only gone to France.

But my heart is playing out another story of its own.
It tells me you have gone forever.

Your absence punctuates my day as if you were here,
wrapped round us
like a blanket, like a shroud.

© Megan Hall

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