The Echo of your Absence My eyes turn each morningto the waiting phone –quick check,sleep well? –then know the absenceat the other end. My hands open your doorto memories of welcome,the excited smile,cup of tea,glass of wine splintered in the empty room. The urge to sharegood news,a meal, sight, storylingers – now,with whom? The echoes take their … Continue reading The Echo of your Absence