Having read my daughter’s poem involving spaces, I thought I would post the one I wrote about three years ago. In fact. all the poems I’ve posted this month have been fairly old. It’s about how I feel after my family have left. It was longer but a tutor, who liked the circularity of what was the first verse. thought less was more.
The spaces in which they move are
empty of their presence leaving
only an intolerable ache where
the spaces in which they move are.