< Poems by Linda Harvey >


I lost him.
So sorry you lost your man
they said.

I looked under the stairs
but he wasn't there.

It took at least a year
to realize that
wherever I looked
he wasn't.

His clothes were still hanging.
No body to put them on though.

I held them close for a year
until one day I knew
he really had died.

I hadn't lost him.
He had left.

Written in Cafe Church in 2019.

Linda Harvey. For permission to re-use contact  godfrey@wordsout.co.uk.