Sunshine

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