Homecoming
While the cheesecake thawed,
you were growing cold
on the kitchen floor.
On the reddening
strawberries
I saw the OCD
impress of your
fingers as I opened
the backdoor.
I sat and ate a slice,
its cold disturbed
my inner tract.
My fingers brushed your
bloodless lips
before I made the call
that told the world
you were no longer
here.
Christopher Luck has MA in Creative buy propecia online Writing from Portsmouth University. He has published individual poems written during his course, as well as others from before and afterwards. He hopes a collection on the colliding of cultures will follow.
This poem was first published in Darker Times, February 2013.