Grief

Grief

there is a space where you used to be

 

I see it on grey station platforms

and in shuffling supermarket aisles

 

strange how it is never occupied

despite the throng

 

I feel it during countryside walks

my forlorn hand abandoned

constantly surprised to find yours

not there

 

a voice      lost like me      asks why

not why you are not here

but why am I

why do I bother to make that journey

or go to work

or read this book

 

they say all stories have two sides

 

if that is true

then I am living half a life

staring at the spaces you once filled

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