Sorrow fills the air as you juggle the pots and pans of despair.
Cobwebs fill your mind and the mood is sombre.
In amongst all the banging and clanging, she hears those words again.
She hears those words you spoke when you said, “There’s no ice cream in the freezer“.
Fresh mint from a pot so old,
you hold as you think of her touch.
Fruity flesh of her pockets and holes,
flare images in your mind.
Mesh your heart to hers in a love knot,
as you nibble on peppermint fudge.
Once polished weekly
with love and devotion,
I return to the
silky oak duchess.
In an old drawer,
I found bits of jewellery and
pictures of us as kids.
into the wood,
remind me of how
much I miss you.