A week away, as in the years before,
Sun shining, flowers blooming, a garden to explore,
Garage door ajar, a new car inside,
The closest I’d felt to saying goodbye.
The new car is shiny, small, clean and blue,
I know what happened there, as we all do,
You had gone, you left, a space now empty,
The silence is loud, the words too heavy,
A sad truth that has always stayed with me,
And nudged me when I have felt need to leave.
But where to go- not here, not there, not where,
Is that how you felt, tired hopeless despair?
I can still see now that shiny blue car,
That sat in the place where you had once left.
I do now because of you, and those who miss you,
For me, for them, for others to find ways to stay.