I know you’re gone, of course I do, my head knows,
my heart refuses, you can’t be gone when I can almost see you,
I hear you, you’re just around the corner, so close, still near,
come closer, closer, I know you hear me too.
Your face, so clear to me still, I see you smile as you shake your head,
laughing at my childish excitement, looking after me even though
I am the oldest, but I know you enjoyed my delight in silly things,
it meant that for a few hours you could be giddy and silly too.
It’s hard knowing I can’t be with you, won’t see you or give you a hug,
no trips or outings, no more fighting over who will pay for lunch,
I want to hear “What do you think of this?” when you’ve found
what you think might be an antique rarity, purely based on a hunch.
I’m not coping well with tenses, it’s not said, it’s say, it’s not smiled, you smile,
it’s not laughed, you laugh, because you’re here, although I know you’re there.
No, you’re not far away, so there’s no need for goodbye,
nothing has changed, you are still my dearest friend, not were
Kate MacDonald is a retired septuagenarian who started to write just over sixteen months ago. She has many hobbies, but writing helps to fill an insomniac's dark quiet hours. She has had seventeen poems and six short stories published, online and in print: Chris Fielden's “Nonsensically Challenged,” for charity. High Shelf Press volume XXIII. WinglessDreamer. Spillwords Press. 805 Lit and Art. Funny Pearls. Little Old Lady Comedy. Dillydoun Review. The World of Myth Magazine.