After You'd Gone

Gold cherry
Poem of the week
Pick of the Month

By Angusfolklore

Sat, 11 Apr 2026
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6 comments
 

After you'd gone, sometimes we would wake

and find you still there

in the favourite chair,

in the dust-ridden front room

alive with the sunlight streaming in.

And we would speak in surprise,

asking where had you been.

But you could do nothing 

but stare through the cathedral beams

of the morning sun

that magnified your presence.

And then we realised we were not awake,

you were not here,

and we were glad you had not turned

from watching the light to face us,

so we could read the absence

in your eyes.

 

Certificate PG
Poem
Spiritual

Comments

Submitted by Frances Macaula... on

I can relate to this... have had similar feelings and written them down to explain. 

The last couple of lines so poignant.  

Thank you, Angusfolklore

Soundcloud:  https://soundcloud.com/search?q=FrancesMF

Submitted by airyfairy on

When an absence is a presence in itself...this beautiful poem is our Sunday social media Pick of the Day.

Picture by Olybrius, free to use at Wikimedia Commons: https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Sainte-Genevi%C3%A8ve-des-Bois_-...(1).jpg

Submitted by Di_Hard on

Congratulations! This is Poem of the Week!

 

Submitted by insertponceyfre... on

This is our Poem of the Month - Congratulations!

 

Submitted by celticman on

true and beautiful too. 

 

Submitted by Frances Macaula... on

Red and Golden Cherries, Poem of the Week and now Poem of the Month!  Huge congratulations, so well-deserved. 

I loved the subtlety and emotion behind every word.  Each so carefully controlled and structured to give a final heart-wrenching truth.  So powerful. 

Best, Frances. 

Soundcloud:  https://soundcloud.com/search?q=FrancesMF