Without you the house feels cold.
My thoughts return empty.
I leave the radiators on all night
and forget to turn a light off somewhere.
I buy too much food
to comfort us.
I don’t know when to go to bed
and wake with a jolt.
The radio whispers all night.
I wake the children early.
Hold them a little tighter,
give myself up to their
playground tragedies
and classroom news.
But the days are smooth and easy.
We slip in and out of them
without difficulty,
because you are out there
holding us
in the quiet of your mind.
(C) David Loffman
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