Gone

our long entrance hall-
the empty peg on the wall
where your coat once hung

distant smoke-
years of farmland
turned to ash

Restless

months of sundays gone-
I still just can’t get used to
sleeping without you

autumn winds-
the restless swirl
of fallen leaves

Kristallnacht

pale silver moonlight
captured in the broken glass
strewn across the street

autum eve-
crickets silenced
by shattering glass

Reveal

peeling back the dark
exposing the ugly truth
to the light of day

low tide-
broken shells
on the sand

Waiting

my bedside vigil-
each moment slipping away
taking you with them

machines hum-
outside your window
a starless night

Trains

hanging on a strap-
the city moves beneath me
though I’m standing still

railway sidings-
rusting beasts
long since dead

Snap

vampires do exist-
in fact I’m sure one lives in
this overstuffed couch

the forest floor-
twigs and sticks snap
underfoot

Remains

a stone foundation
the remnants of a sawmill
lost to the forest

after the fire-
the chimney casts
a long shadow

Blanket

rustling blankets-
your padding to the bathroom
teases me from sleep

the drive home-
fallen leaves
blanket the road