225 DAYS LATER

There's sunshine, a crisp breeze

and an abundance of green for mid-September,

I have a coffee to drink from a glass mug you

and mother bought, I have this terrace

you made to sit on, the cottage you build

for J before my eyes, your cars still

here on the yard. Sometimes I catch

myself thinking when you

will come back, waiting

to see you stepping out from your

carpentry, walking down the road

back from visiting the neighbours.

An emptiness pregnant with absence.

11.09.2017