becciseaborne

Nothing has changed…

Still I wake coldly alone

Visit friends on my own

Sign cards from me only

Nothing has changed…

Still I cook for one

Share my space with no other

Discuss my bad day with thin air

Nothing has changed…

So why has everything changed?

Why is everything empty?

My phone newly redundant?

Why is my day so thin?

My world so bare?

My life so diminished?

The man who wasn’t there…

Image: Vanishing Point by United Visual Artists

https://uva.co.uk/work/vanishing-point

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