After You'd Gone

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