Saturday, August 15, 2015

The Leaving

The Morgue File

i have ignored it,

the thought of your leaving,

the sheer weight of it behind my eyes.

it builds sometimes,

like an over salted piece of fish

assaulting me

even before I get it into my mouth

to chew on the idea.

but the days are getting smaller.

soon a pocket Saturday will come

and I will put you on a plane again

another nine months of Skype.

in the time you are gone

much will happen,

but mostly, i will miss you,

in the tiny moments of my day

the ones you so casually inhabit,

the bits of lime and avocado in my salad

a reminder.

and if i am lucky,

the scent of you will be right there

on your pillow

when i rest my head there

after you leave.

copyright/all rights reserved Audrey Howitt 2015

In a few short weeks I send my youngest daughter off to the Kodaly Institute in Kecskemét for nine months. I read Claudia's piece about her daughter, and was able to sit down and write this piece for mine. Thank you Claudia!

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