One more day, I awake to
sadness
In our ghostly room
Because you’re gone
I walk to the
kitchen,
Through the empty corridor
That was ours.
And I make myself coffee
That I pour into
your cup.
I go for my morning
shower,
Your toothbrush has
left,
And your towel has
disappeared –
Only mine are there
now.
I have a lonely breakfast
Looking out the same
window we used to;
I watch
the news channel
And wonder where you are
now.
Then I grab my coat;
My wallet,
My keys,
Go
out into the day.
And realise why
I called you sunshine.
Published in Red River Review
