A thread of sadness catching at me all day.
Endings in the air.
Summer fading already
green apples falling.
Just my toothbrush in the bathroom cabinet.
His by the sink in the kitchen.
Opening the wardrobe
full of his suits and
blue striped shirts
smelling of a life
that he won't wear again.
Helping his carer haul him out of her car
with the handling belt.
Less and less talking...
even no more poo bum willies.
Arranging for a friend to come and
stay with him in the evenings
replicating me.
Just the two of us
already over.
And other endings
sudden
as falling stars
hovering
in the curtains of winter.
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