2nd, Short Category 2007 - Carole Bromley

Where I See You

In the bedroom. Obviously.
Every time I walk down that path.

At the station in a cloud of steam,
on summer evenings when a blackbird sings
and I'm writing, thinking I've forgotten.

At the front door when the bell rings
and there's no-one there. By the fountain
where you waited on that bench.

On Twelfth Night, always on Twelfth Night
when I'm taking down the cards.