I said you wouldn’t write, but you did.
Proving once more my endless lack of faith.
Your words were few. I know how hard it would have been;
I was always the one who would tell you what to say.
You said you were sorry for my loss
And nothing more. But I read between the lines,
I found a whole cavern of grief in the spaces on the page-
These years we have spent apart have left us less.
And we have filled our lives with words spoken to the wrong people.
I speak to you now in my head, as if it is you that is dead,
And I am reading a card ‘in deepest sympathy’ from someone else.