Gone

The tap is not dripping.
I check the windows and leave.
The doors are all locked.

I sit on the bus and wait for a thought.
Nothing comes.
The tap is not dripping.

I look out at the muddy fields
and write a note to myself.
The doors are all locked.

I take out your photo, the faded one,
and try to remember your voice.
The tap is not dripping.
The doors are all locked.

 

 

Jane Pearnโ€™s poetry and short stories have appeared in several online and print magazines, and she has two published poetry collections. She lives in Selkirk, in the Scottish Borders.