I looked round but the place was empty
No furniture,except the blue kitchen units
Nice, I thought just right for one
The black tiled floor gleamed in the dawn sunlight
But it doesn’t seem right
Where are our books?
I can’t remember the house
Is he there?
I have lost him
He would never have left me
I can’t find his image in my mind
He has evaporated,the hot sun stole him
Not even a shadow remains.
Where do I go from here?