It's Still Life

The Leaving

All the signs are there.
Shoes on.
Backpack zipped and closed.

Bottle of water chilling in the freezer.

But this isn’t Monday.
This is Friday.
He’s meeting a friend in London.

For dinner.
A beer or three.
A steak maybe.

Says he’ll be back before midnight —
Can you pick me up at the station?
And of course I will.

But this isn’t Monday.
He returns home on Monday.

Photo: Terminal 3 Heathrow. Images are copyright and not to used without permission, which I willingly give when asked, and when not for commercial use. Imagery and poems/prose ©Misky 2006-2025.