Embrace
The emptiness
Like a prodigal child returned
One for whom I have prepared a bed
And kept tidy a room.
Every fortnight
A familiar tap tap tap
At the gates.
I don’t bother to ask anymore
Where he’s been
Or if I should make some tea
To keep us company
To keep me warm.
He drapes his silence like a flag upon my door.
My, how you’ve grown.
And like a good father,
I do not ask when he will leave again.
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