Keep glib quotations away from me

Remove patronising soporific poetry

 

I don’t care for prayers

 

Nothing satisfies or placates me

in your inevitable absence

 

I still rise early to greet you

to make you laugh and tell you stories

 

To hear the sound of your voice

 

I ‘m afraid of forgetting the sound of your voice

I think I’ve forgotten the sound of your voice

 

There are no heavenly bells

or eternal sanctuaries where you reside

 

Dust

You are dust

 

All I’m left with 

is silence