Something Missing
Trying to put the day together
but something is missing,
a word from a sentence, a part
of a whole I can’t quite picture,
just a blur, a shadow,
no more - footsteps hurrying
from an empty room,
a glance catching a passing rush
billowed in a curtain, whispers
from down a corridor
that are never quite clear,
falling silent
when I draw near.
Copyright © Paul Willason | Year Posted 2022
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