Missing Kea

The walls ask about you;

They miss playing tennis with your laughter.

The TV searches for you;

It finds my lone face too dull to watch.

The music listens for your smile;

It’s pained by the silence

The books have gone dyslexic

The floor itches for your soles

The bed needs your massage

The water is thirsty

Things are falling apart

Come hold your half of the sky

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