An extract from
"Not Gone"
by Janine Haig
He can't be gone. I know that any moment
he'll be back;
The chocolate cake I baked for him is cooling on the rack,
I can smell his aftershave - I know that he is near,
And if I hold to love I know that he will soon appear.
I didn't say "I love you" as
he hurried out the door,
I didn't say "I'm sorry" for our fight the night before.
I didn't kiss his cheek and hug him as I always do,
So this must be a nightmare. I know it can't be true.
His dog lies by the kitchen step, her eyes
confused and dim,
She will not move away because she's waiting there for him
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