three years
gone
absent from this world
no smell from your cigar
hanging in the air
or flakes of rubbed tobacco
from your extinguished pipe
on the book shelf
beside your chair.
no walking stick
resting against the wall
molded to the shape of your strong hand.
or slippers by your foot stool
while your shoes stretched in the hall.
no resting your eyes for a moment
with an open novel on your chest
or little black book for jokes
or disappearing coins
all these things went with you.
three years
gone
absent from this world
but never from my life.
©spor
to you granda. where ever you may be.
