The Presence

In the hospital corridor

Dusk shadows fell

What he was doing there I could not tell.

A pity look he threw my way

I glared back in dismay.

Tears played chasing upon my face

What was he still doing in this place?

I could hear his comforting tone

So many people

Need to be alone.

He sits on the settee in our house

He turns and talks to me

I hear myself answer

Wish he’d let me be.

He leaves with advice to sleep

Into my heart

I feel a loneliness creep.

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