Downstairs
It’s still early
As he sets about
Making tea
And soon
He will leave
A note,
Unsigned,
Explaining,
Then let himself out
Quietly.
Upstairs,
In the front bedroom,
Curtains are pulled
But don’t quite
Meet,
Fresh sunlight
Edges
A dressing table,
One drawer, half
Open,
Slides over
Clothes,
Rumpled back sheets,
Bruised ankles,
Bare feet,
Limbs rearranged
And already stiffening.
Kevin Patrick McCann
PhotoNick Victor