The Echo of His Absence


The Echo of His Absence

Her father was like a ghost to her.
She lived inside the echoes of his absences
Like someone waiting for something
To take her life and make it begin.

She needed someone to take the day
And open it out for her in his palm.
To show her how time will not wait
For her to take it by the hand

And lead it down to the paths
Of her life, as they wend their way
Through all the moments where she sits
Alone at the window, waiting for his return.


Published by David Hadley

A Bloke. Occasionally points at ducks.

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