Missing

the bathroom door locked –
water covers the threshold
soaking the carpet
–
echos in the hallway-
your phone goes
straight to voice mail

picking at breakfast
sitting across the table
from the ghost of you
–
wilted flowers-
your whisper
in my ear

forced conversation-
a glance at his empty chair
then awkward silence
–
oddly quiet-
the azure sky
free of birds

lingering on a
sea of empty promises
wet with resentment
–
dripping-
an eagle’s
empty talons

In a copse of trees
Entwined in vines, a slowly
Rusting tricycle