When I got home today
You were gone
It wasn’t just your presence
But your joy
Your vivacity
Your essence
Your car
Wasn’t on the drive
The house was silent
Nothing was quite right
Cushions out of place
Dishes, where they were left
Drawers cascaded
Empty
A hand written note
Propped above the mantle
My name etched
In your blue script
Gone
Shopping
Back soon
