I see an empty space at the table.
Remembering all we did together
Did you get what you wanted from your journey?
She wondered aloud
Addressing the empty space
I hope for your sake it hit all the right notes.
I went digging at the bottom of the garden yesterday
In anticipation of this day (our birthday)
Where we buried that hidden treasure
All those years ago.
Before innocence was lost.
Each night now I look up at the moon
Wondering, thinking, are you thinking of me.
There is still a room in the house
Space at the table
But you have what was most important to you
I hear the rattle of the food trolley.
(c) Chris Black 2017.