I’m wandering around the house
with a duster in my hand, trying
to control the accumulating dust.
Attempting to undo the ravages of
wind, dogs and neglect.
It’s a thankless task
there’s only me to see
the end results.
Anyway it won’t stay clean
for long
it’s a far cry from the sparkling
glass and crystal I took such
pride in polishing until it shone.
Where has that pride gone?
Oh, I know I’m talking to myself
but I thought
today being your birthday,
I might just have a word.
I don’t know why I bother
you’re not here, nor have you been
for coming up two years.
I’m trying to vindicate myself
to me.
I’d meant to give you
flowers for you birthday,
but it rained
and it I just couldn’t see the point
in getting soaked putting flowers
on a box of ashes in the ground.
I’ve not forgotten
just moved on.