When not paying attention

David McKenzie

I hit my leg on the coffee table and there’s a trickle of blood
running down my shin.
This is what happens when I don’t pay attention.
Also, you walked out the door the other day and I
haven’t seen you since.
You said something as you left. I thought you went to buy
milk or bread. Something like that.
Then I noticed your clothes were missing from the wardrobe.
Are you on a holiday?
When are you returning?
It’s very quiet without you. I’m enjoying the silence.