Day Five....I'm still going...

OK, today I've decided to use the prompt over at Not Without Poetry supplied by the wonderful Jeremy Edwards. It's a little sad, so please forgive.

Gone

She gazes at the empty chair

across the table,

as she lifts her coffee to her

turned down mouth.

Eyes are full of tears

as she recalls

his voice as he asked how she slept.

They fall as she remembers

the motion of his hands

as he dunked his toast

into his tea.

She hears the swish of the pages

as his long fingers turn the 

newspaper to the obituaries.

She laughs bitterly

as the ghost said,

as he did every morning

"Guess today's a good day,

because my name's not in here."

She cries in pain, and anguish

as she gazes at the day's page,

and sees his name.

©2011