It's Still Life

The Absent Ink

(a companion to an upcoming Six: The Shadowed Door)

It is like finding a shadow
where a door used to be —
a threshold you crossed a thousand times
without ever seeing the hinges.

Or like the neighbour you waved to
across the wire and glass of years —
who’s now gone,

and no casseroles arrive,
no funeral bell tolls,
only the silence of a comment
from an anonymous face.

But the grief is no less real.
It curls its fingers around your ribs,
because bonds made of words
are still bonds,
and absence stings the same
whether the chair is at your table
or not.

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