He isn’t here
The air rippled like sea
Niarbyll bay and butterflies
I caught a glance
In water
Shining
He isn’t here
Waves blind me
With white heads
Sunlight in the morning
Hit the fridge door
He isn’t here
The teapot glinted
An eye,perhaps.
The warmth is unusual for February
I went to the hospital again
He wasn’t there
He wasn’t there
He wasn’t there
How my heart sings 
Very consistent style in the poetry I have read here. Like your style and the approach.
Amazing !
Thank you for finding me.I will read your blog.
🙂