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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