by John Yeo

Did your physicality really leave?
I never began to understand.
Everything seems the same.
I expect you to walk in anytime.
The influences we shared together.

Habitual pleasures blended.
The TV’s tuned to the same station
I never liked that show.
I watch it though, just in case.
Life goes on in strange uncertainty.

I hardly noticed the subtlety of alteration
Things moved so slowly almost invisibly
Slowly and silently our familiar relations
Different aspects begin to affect me.
You are gone, yet somehow you never left. 

©️ John Yeo