Something's Missing Poem by Francie Lynch

I returned early,
You were still there.
You left a chair and table
For some lonely meals.
My recliner and lamp were waiting
Before the new flat screen.
You made-up my bed,
One pillow at the head.
Closet space had its place
With missing clothes and shoes.
Others fared less well
More were desolute;
But you walked out in style,
Took time for a Good-bye.
The house has less furnishings,
Plenty of meaningless stuff;
It's not the missing articles,
But your missing voice, my love.