I can hear it through the house
A proverbial noise that I thought
I would have grown used to
A clock ticking away against the wall
Tic
Tic
Tic
Adding seconds to the days since
The hours missed
The time spent
A bed lies untouched in an empty room
The only room that knows
When the wind blows
Against the dual-paned windows
Whoosh
Whir
Howl
Echoing against the walls
In a deafening silence
Joined in by the
Click
Click
Click
Of steel-toed boots
On a stained laminate floor
Like the heart in the chest beating
Bump-bump
Bump-bump
Bump-bump
Wound so tight within the covers
Of a blanket gone cold to the touch
But still holding the scent
That he loves and shouts
Into the room
Where
Are
You
About the Creator
Gunnar Anderson
Author of The Diary of Sarah Jane and The Diary of Sarah Jane: Between the Lines. Has a bachelor's degree in English from Arizona State University and currently resides in Phoenix with his wife and daughter who inspire him daily.
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