It only took an evening for her
to appreciate the stillness, presence
palpable of the silence left behind
in his wake when he went away, stayed out
a single night to be with friends his own
age. In those moments, she foresaw future
such hours of darkness lonesome and without
a single soul to banter with. However,
she knew, too, those days were a long way off.
Much time was left her when she was not so
alone. And so she revelled in the free
time; the space and ability to give
rein to selfish pursuits – for he would soon
return, stealing years until her old age.
[Copyright N R Nolan © 2015]
[Image by George Schrimpf]