Love’s Old Routine
By Thurles Author & Poet Tom Ryan ©
Early this morning, half in slumber,
Smarting from the emptiness of a pillow undisturbed,
I set two cups, two plates on the kitchen table,
As always all the years.
Sliced the bread and buttered,
Just so for her and so for me,
As always all the days.
The kettle steaming
Put in three spoons of tea,
We’re both on that agreed.
Later, working away, I’m talking freely,
Forgetting yet again that she’s not here.
It’s crazy, really, love’s old routine,
With not a thought for time nor yet for space.
Though for a while she’s many miles away,
My heart and soul’s quite certain
That she’s here….
Tom Ryan, “Iona”, Rahealty, Thurles, Co. Tipperary.
A NICE ONE