I hear your footsteps in the hallway after dark,

A soft familiar rhythm, like a match to my heart.

The house holds its breath when the kettle starts to sing,

And I turn, every time, like you’re still a sure thing.


Grief arrives in small moments, quiet and close,

In the smell of your jumper, in the dust on your coat.

In a song on the radio that knows what to do,

It breaks me, then holds me, like it once did with you.


Your jumper on the chair keeps the shape of your day,

Wool and rain and winter that won’t wash away.

I press it to my face just to borrow that breath,

Like the world’s still the same on this side of your death.


Grief arrives in small moments, quiet and close,

In the smell of your jumper, in the dust on your coat.

In a song on the radio that knows what to do,

It breaks me, then holds me, like it once did with you.


The radio plays that old tune we both knew,

And the notes find the space where your laughter once grew.

I stop at the doorway, my hand on the frame,

Hearing air say your name, though it’s never the same.


Grief arrives in small moments, quiet and close,

In the smell of your jumper, in the dust on your coat.

In a song on the radio that knows what to do,

It breaks me, then holds me, like it once did with you.


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