Dad

Dad

I remember when
You walked across town
Late one night
To shove a letter through my door
Telling me what a failure I am
And always have been.
So I wonder why
Do I still
Miss you...
And I wonder if
You miss
Me?

Day 3 #smallstone

I hear the cat food bowl clinking, but Tabitha is asleep. I tiptoe to the kitchen. The intruder is getting bolder; I catch a glimpse of his button nose and then he is gone, cat flap snapping shut like a wave 'goodbye'.

Day 2 #smallstone

The curtains are open just enough to see that the sky is grey and rain tumbles down. I hear it pitter patter against the window, and see the delicate patterns emerge as each raindrop rolls down, leaving its own unique imprint. I pull the duvet closer around me and the cat groans contentedly. I luxuriate in a few extra moments in bed. Everything else can wait a little bit longer. On days like this there's really no need to hurry...