There is an empty space beside me. Why are you not in it?
I faintly remember your requests of tea and toast in the morning. I wish I'd stayed next to you. Then,
Maybe you wouldn't have slipped away.
You left your jacket, but God Himself couldn't pry it from my miserable fingers.
I am left to look out the doorway, projecting my pleas. Nothing comes from my mouth, right when I need it most.
My eyes sting with the sight of you
Standing by my desk
The one you would throw your keys on after arriving home.
You looked at me with a wild stare
The intensity halted my heart's rhythm.
For a minute, I wished it wouldn't start up again.
But the slamming of the door woke it up. That, and the wailing from the next room.
Daniel.
Not yet 3.