six weeks since you left
and closed your front door
for the last time
leaving home comforts
and me behind
been hard to see you lately
haven’t even waved at you
through a pane of glass
the pain scars me
carers helped with facetime
panned your room so i've seen it
but i haven’t 'seen' it
facetime whose face
you had no idea who i was
you couldn’t hear me.
you couldn’t seem to see me
i called you mum but mum
who did you think i was
twice a week
i collect and return your laundry
washed ironed
folded with love
my lasting connection with you
what are you wearing today
what did you wear yesterday
what will you wear tomorrow
i don't help you choose anymore
maybe next week they say
hope is taking its toll
are you happy
do you think about me
i’m not happy
i’m not happy at all
tears don’t change a thing
but they come
nonetheless