Of absence

Copyright © Mark Sadlier (United-Kingdom)




In the silence of the night

the house creaks in your absence

sounds of agony and lament

pour down the halls

arresting my sleep

I rise and glide through the darkness

The old sideboard speaks

its obscure language of pain

the walls and the doors

agree in their still protest

Vibes of negativity amplify

as I stagger through our past

Maybe it’s me who should depart

and leave the house in peace.