He knocks at our back door,
stands in the kitchen
with the weight of something to say.
We are eating dinner with the kids and
he starts to tell us about the day before,
how he had met an old friend,
how he used to love her.
The tears spring to his eyes
and we don’t get up,
we carry on eating.
We don’t know what to say.
Published by lizpike
Elisabeth Pike is a writer and designer. Voice at the Window, a collection of 100 gratitude poems written during lockdown is out now. Circles: Nurture and Grow your Creative Gift was released in April 2019. Her prints and books are available at https://www.etsy.com/uk/shop/LittleBirdEditions. She lives in Shropshire with her husband and four children.
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