GRIEF Poem: Absence, by Marqueen Gluck

The cabinets won’t close
Anymore. The laundry has pilled
Up and out of the bin, I keep forgetting
To lock the door
Before lying in bed
Awake in your absence. It’s quiet,
Not like it used to be,
It used to be loud, and the mornings
Were worth getting up for, and the nights
Were worth staying up for, and I always
Order take out now, because I can’t
Bring myself to cook, because
All my recipes
Were made for two.

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