26 July 2011

For you crying as ever...

It’s always Tuesday.

But today the wattles have burst into gold,


and I can’t bring myself to say the words.

The skies have cleared, the neatest blue won,

there’s even a hint of warmth in the air

but I can’t bring myself to say the words.

Our hearts might keep beating,

but their beat will not hold

this void, the sorrow,

the unending hollow

that your life has become.

Blue wrens are chirping, magpies have announced

spring’s coming, and flowers

will soon be greeting

our Sunday outings on Gungahlin Drive.

Yet I can only bring myself to speak

the silence beshrouding our house.