You’re still here
and yet you’ve gone

At night
when the house heaves with our breathing
yours is absent

I know
you’re alive
but somewhere else
not with me

I sometimes see you
at different ages
skipping along the garden path
shouting to me
“Here I am mummy!”
asking me
if I can buy you wings
so you can fly

I am not mad
I am not deluded
Everything about this
is normal

My love will endure
like old snaps in a suitcase
at the bottom of
a musty wardrobe