In the Shadow of His Absence

She walked without him,
In the shadow of his absence,
Made a cup of tea,
In the shadow of his absence,
Sat in front of the silenced TV,
In the shadow of his absence,
Slept in the stale king-size bed,
In the shadow of his absence,
Bought bonbons for herself,
In the shadow of his absence,
Wiped away the tears,
In the shadow of his absence,
Dimmed the lights of the living-room,
In the shadow of his absence,
So she would not see him there,
In the shadow of his absence,
Staring at her, sternly.
From the hating, bitter corpse,
That used to be his love.