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
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
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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