And sometimes I forget

you’re gone.

So close you feel, it’s easy to forget

You won’t be coming back, or picking up the phone

to call me,

Check that I’m okay.

(I still do that:

pick up the phone and

call your number,

wonder why it isn’t you who answers…)

Sometimes I forget

the past,

So real it seems, it’s easy to forget

I won’t be going home and rushing through the door

to hug you,

check that you’re okay.