THE DEPARTED
© David Milligan-Croft
Holes appear in wardrobes,
Cupboards stare agape.
Delf wrapped in newsprint,
Boxes packed and taped.
Naked patches,
Where photographs once hung.
Dusty bookshelves
With no stories to tell.
Bulging suitcases
Clambering for the door.
Except, you’re not the one
Going anywhere.
David Milligan-Croft
“Like.” But with a trembling bottom lip and a tear in the eye.
Ah, well hopefully, it’s done its job then.
I like the poem! Nice writing!
Thank you, Stenila. That’s very kind of you to say so. And much appreciated.
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Have a great day!