You have been so long in my heart
I wear your absence like old shoes,
and really I don’t know how I could
do without doing without you.
But I strode forth this morning
armoured for the Big Clean,
and you know I was making a fair fist
of parcelling the little regrets
(peccadilloes for the most part
when it came to me I was foolish
to be emptying and papering
the high cupboards, with all your things
still slung over the chair-backs.
So I’ve bundled the whole lot up
into one big sack for the trash-cart.
It’s time you moved on darling:
I need room for the new griefs.
from The Sadness of Animals (Canterbury: San Marco Press, 2012).