A story.

Saturday

What did he miss the most?
It was the murmur of her voice in another room,
the quiet hum in the kitchen,
the clink of another knife on a plate at the table.

And in the evening, 
her footstep on the boards outside their bedroom door.




1 comment:

Aden Meyler said...

I think this one is my favourite! I adore it!