A Sudden Absence
When a sudden absence opens
where before there was a lover, or a child,
(a child’s worse, we must all agree
a child’s loss is worst), the everyday
grows almost perverse.
Routine grinds around and round the lack
and identity, devoid of vital purpose
Autumn’s raw draft rankles from her room —
but I don’t look; instead I close the door,
and try to cover up by loving
the others a little more.
- Michelle Seminara 2014