2 Short Poems

Losing You

I've lost sight of the forest,
your absence is the trees.
But sunlight plays in my eyes,
and with barely a rustle,
I leave.

Dirty Laundry

The ghost who steals socks from the dryer
has left me just one of yours.
Relishing the occasional haunt,
Unpaired, unused, worn but not darned.
A simple specter, a bare sole, an empty space.