The kids have left home
you're both alone
the phone is horribly silent.
Garden centres with their cosy diversions
still seem a lifetime away.
You stare at the garden
it seems somehow sad
with its reminders of seasons passing.
Selfies stuck in too recent time
stare back, your stomach turns
Mum is concerned
recently busier to pass some futile time
snappier as you sullently resist
the scourging knife that enters
your hollow breast with a savage twist.