You are missed

You are not missing.

 

You’re up on Cavendish Way

Or School Street

Or the council estate by the church.

In your room, waiting.

 

New habits come hard

Developing tunnel vision

You search out the light.

 

But you’re missed

You’re not missing

 

You’re yearning for bustle

In your house on Park Road

Or your flat in the cul-de-sac.

In what was your home

 

But you’re missed

You’re not missing

 

You’re on your walk, briefly

Down by the clean canal

Across the quiet motorway bridge

In your mind, pacing.

 

Phone calls come with love

New found love

For the rekindled friendships

 

You are missed

But you are not missing

You’re still here.

You’re still loved.

 

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