July 25, 2013


When you left
others moved in
to take your place,

used the key 
for your mail,
pulled their car

into your vacant space.
They breathe
the air you inhaled,

drink the wine,
you once poured,
are making love

in the room
where you stood 
waiting at the door.

Now you're
the one not there,
the ghost glimpsed running

down the forgotten hall.
Guess you won't be here
so very much, after all.