It lingers on, their presence,
The containers in the kitchen that have been moved,
The empty water bottles that lie in the corner of room,
Draws my mind to things they did and said.
It was a short visit,
Ended before it began,
They arrived, stayed and left,
But something has remained here.
Is it what it feels like to have a family?
When they were there I didn’t have to worry about things,
I could just leave it all to them,
They asked me if I ate, and cooked for me,
Perhaps, that’s what it feels like to have a family.
It was quite short of a visit to actually think of much,
Of will I miss them,
I’ve grown so accustomed of living alone,
That it never crossed my mind,
That this feeling right now is me missing them.
Grey
