Hey listen…

There’s something going on at home.

The walls refused to talk today.

They stood very still all day.

The morning tea was weak.

She looked so pale.

She even threatened to go stale.

And yes! before I forget.

There’s something wrong with your car.

She’s cold, right down to the core.

I thought she was dead.

Breathe ‘Betsy’, I said.

She said - What for?!


Please talk to your side of the bed.

It didn't talk to mine no more.

When I rolled over…

There was no warmth.

No embrace like before.

I think they all miss you.

In the day.

In the hush of the night too.

As for me, I’m ok.

Don’t worry, I’ll get through.

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