Sunday

Sunday

The door has shut.

The car gone.

And with it the energy

has drained from the house.

Solace is to be found in the garden.

Away from all the things,

still warm to the touch

that an hour ago were so full of life.

Now still.

Their animating spirit

gone.

With him.

When the door shut behind him.

As he went to his other world.

The one where I do not belong.