Good Girl Gone

The silence is deafening as haggard hands open bleak bedroom door, exhausted eyes encounter a She shaped space where She slept before. Tired fingers fold forlorn fabrics – clothes a good girl wore. Her absence attacks again, digs deep down to a crumbling core. Tidying torturously, duelling dust demons with battered broom, I try to … More Good Girl Gone

Traces of Her

Last night I slept in her bed to try and hold her close. Yet try I couldn’t cling to her – I only grasped her ghost. Where are they hiding her, when will she return here? Will I ever hold her again, the girl I love most dear? So many questions, so few answers. I … More Traces of Her