On the Anniversary of Your Leaving

A year has passed
since you left me

while I slept

We had said our goodbyes

but still I awoke

in shock

Noone has moved in

to the space you left

just neighbours

slowly taking over

I was eager for you

to leave, but now

I find myself

longing

When I see

my children playing

laughing

When I wonder

about the children

unborn

I miss you

It is strange

to feel this way about

an organ

That is likely

sitting in a jar

on a shelf

forgotten by everyone

but me.

Lori Wiens MacDonald. Copyright March 2010