The Echo of your Absence

My eyes turn each morning
to the waiting phone –
quick check,
sleep well? –
then know the absence
at the other end.

My hands open your door
to memories of welcome,
the excited smile,
cup of tea,
glass of wine 
splintered in the empty room.

The urge to share
good news,
a meal, sight, story
lingers – 
now,
with whom?

The echoes take their time,
repeat,
remind, alarm,
hurt and charm.
in the empty chamber
where your life resounds.

February 2018